Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He swung his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with a mesmerizingly steady rhythm, flexing and unflexing his buttocks, snapping his hips with each thrust. His lean body rocked and swung, his muscles rippling effortlessly.

His mammoth cock ground in and out of her cunt without respite, glistening and gleaming with their comingled juices as it appeared and disappeared between her sodden, stretched-wide cunt-lips.

Each thrust drove his penis deep into her, going in and in till his balls were at her cunt-lips. Then he slid out, thrust in, slid out, thrust in. On the bench, Anuja gasped and cried out, her hips heaving and writhing frantically, her voice ragged, her breath coming in cracked, heaving sobs and moans of pleasure, her face flipping frantically from side to side, contorted and twisted with lust.

She clenched his arms, squeezed her breasts, begged for more. The boy laughed and kept moving unhurriedly, jamming and stuffing his impossible penis into her flesh. His cock was incredible, enormously hot, endlessly long, excruciatingly thick and hard.

She could feel the thick veins pulsating in its length as it surged in and out of her cunt, causing wave after wave of ecstasy to lift and bend her body under his.

"OHHHHHHHH uhh Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma oh ma uhhh yes oh god yes Dashrath yes ... oh fuck yes ... oh that's so good baby yes ... do it ... ahhhh uhhh yes! Ohh fuck yes!" she gasped deliriously. "Ohh Dashrath-Dashrath-Dashruhhhhhth uhhh *hanh* uhhh ohma uhh *hanh* uhh ohma uhh *hanh*!"

He laughed and winked at the camera. "Nice hot tight pussy I got me here," he cackled. "Nice 'n juicy 'n hot ... jes the way I likes it! Take it, bitch ... c'mon ... take it all! Yeh! Thas' it! Feel good, donit?"

He began to swirl his hips deftly, and Anuja gasped and moaned and whimpered ecstatically as his cock entered her from all angles, plunging in and scbanging over her gorged clitoris.

He never broke rhythm, didn't pause once. Even the strenuous position didn't seem to affect him and he gave no indication of approaching his climax. On the bench, Anuja fought desperately to stave off her orgasm and prolong the pleasure.

The rhythmic sawing action of his cock sliding in and in and in, slipping out, then crushing back into her molten cunt-flesh felt divine. Suddenly he stopped and slid out of her.

"Awright! That wa' good 'nuff for starters, slut. Now les have some fun!"

He scooted up her body and, placing his penis between her breasts, squeezed them over his cock and fucked her breasts slowly.

"Nice tits," he said. "Real nice. Great nips, too. Haven' had me a nice bint like yer for a lon' time, slut. Feels good!"

Now he got up astride the bench, moved back and made her turn over.

"Ain't done yet," he muttered. "C'mon ... I wanna fuck yer from behind now! Like a bitch! "Bend over the bench, slut."

Anuja obeyed him without protest, leaning on the bench on her forearms, her legs astride the bench, her sports shoe-clad feet on the court surface.

The youth sat astride the bench, his cock sticking out and up and manoeuvered her down onto his penis, impaling her cunt on it. Anuja gasped, arching her head as she forced her cunt down onto his cock, rearing on outstretched arms.

Dashrath put his arms around her and squeezed her breasts. Avinash took a shot of that. Dashrath nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear. She turned her face over her shoulder and he kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth.

Avinash took shots of that, too. Anuja whimpered and began rocking back and forth and up and down on his cock, grinding her hips round and round in tight, erotic circles. The youth held still, fondling her, letting her have her way for the moment.

Her breasts were hot and turgid in his hands, swollen and hard with excitement, her nipples nut-hard and long in his fingers. She groaned and jigged heavily back and forth and up and down, running her cunt up and down the length of his massive cock.

Her breasts jumped and jiggled and the gold necklace tossed and swung, slapping on her skin. Avinash clicked several shots in rapid succession.

"Now, bitch ... I wanna fuck! Up you get! Yeh! Thas' it!" He rose to his feet, his cock still embedded in her cunt. "Now. Ben' over, whore. More! Yeh! Thas' it! More! Hol' the stand wi' your hands ... yeh, thas it ... show me your butt ... yeh ... thas good!"

He moved her so that she was on her feet astride the bench and bent steeply forward like a hairpin, her hands clenching the legs of the bench. Her buttocks were splayed open under his hips.

Anuja moaned, biting her lower lip. The gold necklace swung forward against her chin. The boy held still for a moment with his cock deep in her cunt, his hands squeezing her pendulous breasts.

"Like it, heh, bitch?" he sniggered. "Like my rod in your crack, heh?"

"Oh yes!" she groaned thickly, her buttocks squirming eagerly against his hips. "Oh god yes!"

"See if yer like this, then!" he grunted.

He took several deep breaths, exhaling sharply, rapidly and then fell forward so that his body was curled over her behind like a second hairpin over the first. His chin was at her hunched shoulders.

She groaned, and he nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear, squeezed her breasts. Then his hands slid down and gripped the legs of the bench above hers.

"Awright ... here we go, bitch ... One!"

He lifted his hips high, sliding his cock out of her cunt, making her gasp at the sudden release in pressure till just the cock-head was in her slit. He paused for a fraction of a second and then, with a loud grunt, thrust down into her in a long, deep, piercing drive that drove his cock deep into her cunt to the hilt.

"Oh mauhhh ahhhh uhhhhh OHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cried, her head snapping up, her face contorting, her mouth jerking open, her lips drawing back over her teeth, tendons popping in her throat.

Avinash clicked furiously.

"Two!" the boy shouted, and lifted out of her and thrust in again.

Anuja's ululating cry rang out over the deserted court and rang in the empty stands. Her buttocks swayed and writhed against his crotch. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his cock. It was incredibly good, big and hot and hard, filling her cunt to its limit.

"Three!"

The teenager grunted and began to stroke powerfully and rhythmically in and out of her cunt, rocking his hips up and down and back and forth. His cock pistoned in and out of her cunt, glistening and gleaming as it appeared and disappeared between the curved lobes of her buttocks.

He panted and gasped, concentrating in the arduous position. Beneath him, Anuja's body trembled and shook and jerked with his thrusts, her gold necklace jumping wildly, her breasts jiggling violently with his thrusts.

"OHHHHHHH uhhh Oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhhh yes Dashrath yes oh fuck yes ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes OH god yes!" she cried. "Ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh uhhhhh yes!"

"C'mon bitch ... take it!" he gasped. "Take it, you fuckin' whore! Take my cock! Yeh! Thas it! Oh fuck yeh ... thas good ... yeh ... thasit ... yeh ... oh yeh ... oh uhhh ahhh uhhh yeh uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh* uhhh yeh ... ohhhh uhhh ahhh uhh ah uh ah uh ah ah uh
ah uh ah uh OHHHH!"

He straightened and grinned at Avinash.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Click, motherfucker!" he laughed, his chest heaving. "Click more! Click me fuckin' the bitch! See how she loves it, asshole! Loves my dick in her pussy! Click more!"

He laughed and kept fucking her, his hands on his buttocks, swinging his hips back and forth. Trapped on her hands and feet under him, Anuja moaned and whimpered, her body rocking back and forth, her cunt sliding to and fro along the length of his monstrous erection.

Avinash got shots of the enormous penis sawing in and out of her cunt, its glistening enormity appearing and disappearing between the smoothly curved lobes of her buttocks.

Her swollen, pendulous breasts swung and jiggled. Her face was a vision of lust above the bench. Avinash dropped in a crouch and took several close-ups. The boy laughed down at him.

He held her hips and began moving faster, snapping his hips and jerking them savagely around in a tight arc as he sent his cock cork-screwing into her, entering her from all angles. Anuja gasped, her hips swaying and rolling in unison with his.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and buttocks as he moved her cunt back and
forth the length of his bloated penis to suit his pleasure.

"Take it, you fuckin' slut ... take it!" he grunted.

Her buttocks cleaved open and he fingered her dainty anus.

"Gonna take yer butt, too, whore ... gonna shove this fucker right up yer asshole ... an' yer jes gonna love it!"

Suddenly he flipped forward over her again and began to move faster. His hips rose and fell, rose and fell. His buttocks flexed and unflexed. His thighs bounced off her buttocks, slapping loudly, his balls swinging against her cunt-lips.

Faster and faster he went and, beneath him, Anuja gasped and cried out desperately, her face twisted in an agony of joy, her body rocking and jerking under his. Faster still and he began ram-fucking her furiously, lifting his hips and slamming them down, slapping them at her buttocks with loud smacks, whipping them from the waist, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her cunt like a trip-hammer at full blast.

Avinash kept his finger jammed on the motor-drive. The boy's hips rose and fell, moving faster and faster. His huge cock thundered and plunged and pistoned furiously in and out of her cunt.

Her body rocked and jerked and snapped under his thrusts. Her face was arched, her head thrown back, her features contorted in a soundless grimace of pure wanton lust, her mouth wide, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips drawn back over her pearly teeth.

Avinash moved behind them and took several close-ups, catching the boy's buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly, his puckered anus winking as his buttocks opened and closed with his movements.

"Take it!" he shouted, going faster and faster. "Take it, whore! Take it! C'mon yeh c'mon yeh oh yeh oh fuck yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh ohhh fuck yes!"

"Ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhhhhh oh fuck yes uhhhh oh yes oh yes ohh yes oh god Dashrath yes oh yes ohhhhhhh uhhhhh OH ma uh *hanh* uh ah uh *hanh* uh ah uh *hanh* uhhh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh oh uhhh OHHHHH!"

Beneath him, Anuja was beyond words. She moaned and sobbed in joy, her chest heaving as wave after wave of a violent orgasm wracked her body. On and on he went, plundering her flesh without respite.

Suddenly, he rammed into her hard once, twice, three times. She moaned, expecting his orgasm. Instead, he rocked to a stop, squeezed her breasts and looked at Avinash.

"You got 'nuff flim, stud? Lotsa flim?"

Avinash looked at him over his viewfinder. "I have plenty of film, yes."

The boy cackled. "Good. 'Cause yer gonna need it, hero ... yer really gonna need it! I'm gonna fuck this dame for a long, long time 'fore I'm done!"

Beneath him, Anuja moaned deliriously. Avinash looked at her, radiant with joy, her body streaming with sweat and then looked back at the ballboy coldly.

"Yes," he said. "Keep fucking her. Fuck her as much as you like." And raised his camera again.






Hello Exbii friends this the end of PENTAPRISM know bit weird thats the real style of the writer to start from anywhere and to end anywhere.

Well again telling you this is not written by me, I received the same through mail by an old friend.

But one thing is sure its hot and very hot and just what we are here looking for here that’s either sex or a good story.

So this was a real hot one for those who like reading about sex.

This was one hell of hot steaming sex story like a porn stuff, with no plot or sub plots.

There are few incidents which really turns you on

Hope you guys will like who like to read and get a hard one or a wet one

Thanks to the original writer of the story with a new way of presenting the same.

Will be shortly uploading another story from the same author.

There are also other stories posted in the same thread as well as another thread. You can click on the link for the same

Thanks

Smita [img]file:///images/smilies/smile.gif[/img]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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THE BINT FROM BOMBAY
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UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

THE HANDSOME YOUNG servant gasped softly in deep pleasure. He stood naked on the cool stone floor, his feet spread apart, his hands gripping the head of the seventeen-year old girl who knelt before him.

Her pretty face was distended with the size of his swollen penis. He grunted and pulled her face deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same time. She took his cock deep in her mouth, her hands clenching his buttocks, sucking hungrily.

He groaned again, arching his head, his eyes fluttering. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and moist and her tongue was like an electric eel, a thing alive, magical and irresistible.

"Yes!" he groaned. "C'mon ... do it! Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it!*Choos*, *rundi*! *Jorse* *choos*! *Choos* *mere* *lavde* *ko* ...*hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* uhhh *aise* ... *chul*,*rundi* ... *jorse* ... harder, slut ... suck harder!"


She whimpered in excitement at his coarse, sexy words and took his cock deeper still in her mouth, sucking feverishly. The servant grinned to himself. He could hardly believe his luck.

Here he was, a mere servant, fucking the teenage daughter of the household -- and she was his whore, *his* whore, his to fuck and fuck and fuck as and when he fancied her.

He was the first man to fuck her, a few months ago and, so far as he knew, still the only one. He never ceased to marvel at how much she had learned and how quickly.

Her name was Shirlyn and she was bewitching. She was so lovely, so pretty, so sexy, slender and curved. He couldn't stop ogling her. She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears.

Her face was narrow so that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a gbang, without a trace of the body hair he so disliked in the women he fucked. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin.

Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.

He had been with the family for some time now. It was a large, airy three bedroom flat in one of four buildings around a large courtyard in a crowded locality in Central Bombay.

The family was essentially *****, but they had converted to Christianity some generations ago. It remained a peculiar mix of the two religions -- very ***** in dress and speech and even in some food habits, but they all went to church and spoke English and ate beef.

It was a bit of a crowd, with ten people under one roof. He learned that Shirlyn's parents died when she was little and the house was shared by Shirlyn, her sister Sheila and their brother
Harry, who had one bedroom, and her father's two brothers, their wives and her four male cousins. Kenny and Lewis were the sons of her elder uncle, Stanley, and his wife, Rosie. Calvin, the younger uncle, and his wife Mollie, had Jerry and Peter.

Her uncles were in their forties. The elder boys were about Shirlyn's age, their brothers a year or two younger. Shirlyn's sister and brother were much older than she, and Shirlyn was brought up by her siblings.

With so many people sharing a limited space, there was constant tension and, frequently, there would be flare-ups and fights. The uncles tried to keep peace but there were times when they were forced to side with their wives, which only exacerbated matters. Being the youngest, and essentially dependent on the uncles, Shirlyn and her siblings were often isolated and picked on.

As he grew older, Shirlyn's brother afforded some protection but, without complete financial independence, he wasn't always free to act and speak as he felt.

Shirlyn grew up in this atmosphere, surrounded by elders, mostly men, with very little female influence or companionship of her own age. By the time she attained puberty, she was used to seeing the men move around the house bare-chested in their trousers or shorts or with towels or *lungi*s wrapped around their waists.

She had a lively mind and a vivid imagination and these, combined with the increasingly explicit quality of public media, soon turned the menfolk in the family from playmates and relatives to objects of fantasized desire.

In college, Shirlyn discovered the pleasures of masturbation. Her body matured early and she found she could elicit piquant sensations by playing with her breasts and slit. She spent hours playing with herself, pinching her nipples and rubbing her slit till, finally, there came the exquisite rush of heat that left her flushed and breathless.

Shirlyn was frequently alone at home. Her cousins were at work, her uncles and aunts and her brother and sister held day-long jobs. Shirlyn pretty much had the run of the house for several hours each day. As her fascination with sex and lust grew, she used this time alone to indulge her fantasies. She moved around the house naked, enjoying the thrill of it, studying her body in every reflective surface. She caressed herself on the rough curtain materials or ribbed corduroy upholstery.

She flipped through film magazines ogling the pictures of handsome film stars, studying the contours of their bodies or closed her eyes and imagined her cousins or uncles or the house servant, seeing the hardness of their torsos, the deep clefts in their chests, the strength in their arms and legs.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

While her hankering for physical satisfaction grew sharper, Shirlyn still didn't have an accurate idea of what sex involved. She stumbled on it one day when she was rummaging through Kenny's bureau. He was her eldest cousin and easily the sexiest with a hard, tall body and handsome features. Of late, she had begun to go through their clothes, especially their underwear.

Kenny's jock-straps fascinated her and she tried to imagine what he looked like wearing them. She pressed them to her face, trying to get his smell from his clothes, rubbed the cloth in her naked crotch, moaning softly as she brought herself off. One day, poking around in his room, she found he had left his cupboard unlocked.

She opened it and went through his things. Stuffed under a pile of clothes, she found a large brown paper packet. Curious, she pulled it out. It was unsealed, and thick and heavy. She put her hand in and what she found made her gasp.

It was a pornographic magazine and, beneath it, was a video cassette. Shirlyn stared at the cover of the magazine. It showed a photograph of a beautiful white woman wearing black lacy lingerie, her crotch and breasts bare, and she had one finger between her lips and another in her slit and she was smiling wantonly at the camera. Shirlyn moaned in excitement and turned the page.

It was her first exposure to the intricacies of actual copulation, and Shirlyn was rivetted. She knew from her biology lessons in college that men had penises and that procreation involved the insertion of a penis into the vagina -- but what it meant and looked like and what was possible beyond this clinical description she had no idea. The magazine showed her. It was a wonderfully glossy journal, published, she noticed, by a Bombay company called Orexis, a division of something called Hedon & Venery, Inc.

The women were Indian, blacks, Hispanics, white, South East Asian. The men were all huge, stunningly built studs with enormous penises. There were shots of women sucking cock, of men licking slit, of a man fucking a woman from behind, a close-up of his cock going into her cunt, another of him fucking her from top with yet another close-up, shots of one woman being fucked by two men, two women fucking one man, lesbian sex, women masturbating, an exquisitely realised photo spread across four pages of a gorgeous woman being fucked in the ass by a black stud with a stunning body and a penis of awesome dimensions.

Shirlyn's imagination ran wild. She masturbated frantically looking at the pictures and, oddly, found herself wanting more even after her orgasm. She read the magazine again, this time going through the text and finding words like fuck and cunt and slit and dick and pussy and clit and prick and whore and slut and bitch.

She flipped over on her back on Kenny's bad, his jock-strap flung across her breasts and, holding the magazine in one hand, fondled her slit with the other. She came again. And still she wanted more. She tried the video-cassette, using the TV and video player in Kenny's family's room.

If the magazine was an introduction, the pornographic movie was a full-fledged intensive course. The titles showed that it was made by a company called Anacalypsis Productions, also owned by the same Hedon & Venery, Inc whose name she had seen on the magazine. It was a stunning movie, more mind-blowing than anything she had seen or dreamed of -- and, as she was to find in later years, when she herself acted in several such movies for Hedon & Venery, typical of the company's quality.

The sets were lush and rich, the photography imaginative and detailed, the plot fully realised and engrossing, and the sex was unbelievable. Incessant, prolonged, innovative, never boring or repetitious, it was the most erotic thing Shirlyn had ever seen. The story told of the sexual awakening of a young woman called Anjali.

She was gorgeous, earthy and sensual and utterly erotic. Her first sexual encounter was with a servant and she progressed rapidly from there, taking more and more lovers.

Shirlyn watched the film through, seeing Anjali masturbating, at first using everyday household objects – hard cucumbers, *doodhi* gourds, under-ripe bananas, hairbrushes and the handle of a clothes-paddle -- graduating to more exotic aids like dildoes and ejaculator vibrators, then moving on to sex with the servants and later to boys in college.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She saw Anjali sucking cock, having her cunt licked, locked in a sixty-nine; Anjali taking a cock in her cunt, between her breasts, in her anus; Anjali fucking two and three men simultaneously and, in a glorious orgy, whoring with a whole crowd of servants. Anjali had an affair with her cousin, seducing one hot summer afternoon, and Anjali did a live sex dance on a beach. The film ended, promising a sequel, with Anjali on the brink of matrimony.

Shirlyn was overwhelmed. She watched the whole film through, all two hours and more of it, masturbating repeatedly, orgasming again and again and then she rewound it and began to watch it over. The film inspired her and she ran to the kitchen for a large cucumber and masturbated with it while she watched the movie, rocking the large green rough-skinned vegetable in and out of her spasming cunt, moaning and gasping and calling obscenely as Anjali did, writhing eagerly under the hot, hard, sweating body of a servant-lover.

The experience changed Shirlyn's entire attitude. She felt emboldened and saw the men in the house in quite another light. She felt herself lusting for her cousins and even her uncles, not to mention the part-time servant, Shankar, who came in to sweep and clean, and the other boys in the neighborhood.

Shirlyn's waking hours were filled with fantasies of sex. When Kenny was out, she had a duplicate key made to his cupboard and then, whenever she was alone, she raced to his cupboard and rummaged in it. He kept getting new magazines and videos, exchanging them from some library for the old ones. Shirlyn never knew when he found time to watch them, but she didn't care.

She soon began to recognize the women in the movies. She saw the entire set of six or more videos of Anjali's life, and others with equally gorgeous women - Sayali, Jasmine, Anuja, Vaishali, Deepika, Falguni, Manisha, Maya, Audrey, Neha, Lajja. Many of the men and women featured in the magazines, too.

Shirlyn especially liked three or four, Jayant, Kishore, Hari and a black stud called Joe. She tried to imagine what it might be like to have them fuck her. Shirlyn noticed that the women seemed to like fucking men from socially inferior classes, servants and drivers and cooks.

A few weeks later, several incidents occurred almost simultaneously that marked a turning point and determined the course of her life. The first involved her cousin Kenny and the others all had to do with her sister, Sheila.

Kenny came home one afternoon when she was alone. By the sheerest luck, Shirlyn had just replaced the video and magazine in his cupboard and was masturbating in the bathroom when he came in. She heard him and went still. Perhaps this would be her chance. After all, if Anjali and the other women could fuck their cousins, so could she.

Shirlyn heard him whistling and humming to himself in his family's room. She stole out of the bathroom, flung on a robe and peeped through the keyhole. She saw him open his cupboard and take out the video and magazine. He dumped them on the bed, shut the cupboard, slotted the tape into the video player and set it to rewind. Then he turned to face the full length mirror. Through the keyhole, Shirlyn had an unobstructed view of him and his reflection in the glass.

She watched as he unbuttoned his denim shirt and drew it off, pulling it out of his jeans. Shirlyn bit her lower lip. His body was gorgeous -- broad shoulders, high hips, a narrow waist, a deep chest, a flat belly, thick biceps and arms and legs. His nipples were small and taut and pulled wide and low on either side of the might W that swept his chest. His torso was hairless and she noticed that even his armpits were depilated.

Obviously, he was working out and sculpting his body. The muscle cuts and ridges were superbly defined. He flexed his arms and shoulders, expanded his chest, cracked his muscles. Shirlyn's breathing grew heavier and she felt a warm gush between her thighs. In the mirror, Kenny grinned to himself and slowly, sensuously, opened the clasp of his jeans and drew down the zipper.

His jeans puddled to his bare feet. Shirlyn stifled a groan. His buttocks were taut and firmly rounded, naked under the jock-strap, which bulged at his crotch. Kenny hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his jock-strap and slowly rolled it down and kicked it off.

Shirlyn stuffed her fist in her mouth. It was the first penis she had seen and it was gorgeous. Still limp, it was at least seven inches long and over an inch thick, circumcised. The pornographic magazines she had read told her that circumcised men made better lovers -- they lasted longer ... and here was her own cousin, duly circumcised ... if only ... she longed to touch it, feel it, take it in her fingers, lick it, suck it ... she wondered how big it would get.

She found out in minutes. Grinning in the mirror, Kenny began to masturbate, pumping his cock-shaft in his fist, slowly rocking his hips to and fro. As Shirlyn watched, gaping, her heart hammering in her chest, her breasts swollen and hard, her nipples rigid, her cunt seeping love-juice, Kenny's cock swelled and lengthened and hardened and rose, grew longer and thicker. His hips jerked back and forth and he groaned thickly, his chest heaving.

Shirlyn watched, her hands under her robe, one hand on her breasts, the other in her crotch, her finger buried deep in her convulsing cunt. She saw gunk ooze from the tip in his cock-head and his fingers grew slippery with his seed.

The bell rang. Shirlyn jumped, startled, her pulse pounding and, frantically, whipped around and dashed back into her bedroom. She shut the door softly and bent her eye to the keyhole. Through it, across the hall, she saw Kenny step out of his room, still naked, his cock still up hard. He walked quickly across the hall to the front door and looked through the spyglass. A grin spread across his face and he opened the door, shielding his nudity behind it.

Someone stepped through and he shut the door quickly and turned with his back to it.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shirlyn gasped. She knew the girl who had just entered. Her name was Susan and she lived in an apartment across the compound. The families knew each other. She was older than Shirlyn, about Kenny's age, and she was, to Shirlyn's mind, absolutely gorgeous. She was dusky and slender and tall with a stunningly curved body and finely chiselled features. Her eyes were elongated and almond shaped, lined with *kohl*, her cheekbones were high, her nose was slim and straight and delicate and her lips were full and wide.

She had strong, white, even teeth. Her neck was long and graceful and her hair was dark and silky, caught in a flouncing pony tail with a crinkled bright cotton band. Her limbs were smooth and curved and her breasts were high and ripe, her waist narrow, her hips bell-shaped, her stomach flat and firm. Her hands and feet were elegantly formed. She wore a light cotton button-down blouse tucked into a knee-length pleated skirt.

Her feet were in open sandals. She wore a gold necklace, matching ear-studs and a small ring on one finger.

As Shirlyn watched, her eyes popping, Susan smiled and, tilting her face to Kenny, moved closer to him, her hand sliding between his legs, her fingers curling around his throbbing erection.

"And good evening to you, my randy prince," Shirlyn heard her say. And then, as she masturbated Kenny, "Oh god, Kenny ... I'm so hot ... I want your cock, baby ... c'mon ... fuck me!"

They kissed, their lust apparent and crackling through the quiet air, and Kenny pulled off her clothes feverishly. She groaned as he fondled her breasts and caressed her buttocks and crotch, squirming against him. They stood in the hall, naked, kissing and fondling each other.

"C'mon ... I've got a new tape. And another pondie. Let's go inside."

"Yes," Susan groaned. "God yes!"

They hurried to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them, and Shirlyn sped out of her hiding place and scurried across the hall and bent her head to the keyhole.

In the room, the tape was playing, one Shirlyn had watched and masturbated to not long ago, the story of a lovely young girl called Madhavi. In the scene, she was having sex with a young man, handsome and heavily hung, a youth who cleaned trucks, one she had called up only to fuck her. She was on her knees before him, sucking his cock eagerly and hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head to and fro before him.

And Susan was doing the same thing to Kenny. Shirlyn watched, masturbating frantically, as her cousin fucked Susan's mouth. He rocked her head back and forth with his hands, pumping his hips to and fro, his head flung back, his face creased with pleasure, moaning and grunting loudly.

"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, Susan, bitch ... suck my dick!" Kenny grunted. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yeh ... c'mon ... suck harder, whore ... suck it! Suck my cock! OHHHH uhhh yes! Oh fuck yes!"

Susan evidently enjoyed sucking cock. She moaned thickly, squeezing her breasts together, then gripped his buttocks and pulled his cock deeper in her mouth. Opening her mouth, her head and eyes tilted up, watching him as he looked down at her, she ran her tongue lasciviously around his bulging cock-head, pumping his shaft in her fist. Kenny pulled her head back to his crotch and she sucked his cock deeper and harder.

He pushed her head away at last, and Susan got to her feet and they kissed hungrily, fondling each other and then she turned around on her forearms and knees on the bed. On the flickering TV screen, Madhavi was in exactly the same position and her lover was fucking her heavily and deeply from behind.

Shirlyn watched as her cousin copied the man. He and Susan were both facing the TV screen now and, kneeling behind her, he shoved his cock slowly into her cunt. Susan moaned, her head lifting, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Her breasts were hot and swollen, her nipples long and stiff. Kenny began to fuck her with deep, skewering thrusts, holding her hips and rocking his own steeply up and down, to and fro, driving his inflamed erection in and out of her flesh. Susan moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on all fours, her breasts swollen and pendulous, her gold chain rocking.

Her face was suffused with lust, her head turned up, watching the images on the screen, where Madhavi was gasping and moaning thickly as the young man ram-fucked her from behind.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Kenny! Ohhh uhhhh Ohh uhhh oh baby yes! Fuck me!" Susan cried. "Oh uhh ohma uhhh OHHHH uhhh OHHHH uhh oh yes oh yes oh god yes!"

"Take it ... c'mon, you fucking whore! Take it! Take my cock, you bitch! Take it! Ahhh uhhh ahhh uhhh hnggh uhh ohhhuhh oh fuck yes!"

Shirlyn watched them, her hands mauling her breasts, her finger jabbing in and out of her cunt. She bit her lower lip to stifle her moan as she orgasmed. On the bed, Susan shuddered and gasped sharply, stiffening, groaning, whimpering and, behind her, Kenny cried out, his head snapping back, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks and breasts. He rammed his cock into her again and again and then, with a shuddering groan, pulled out of her and, shaking his cock in his fist.

Shirlyn watched, groaning softly, as the white, sticky stuff spewed from her cousin's cock-head and spattered his girlfriend's buttocks and back and dribbled in the cleft between her buttocks.

They broke apart and fell on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, and Shirlyn rose and sped to her room. She flung herself on the bed and, grabbing a cucumber, turned on her back and,
spreading her leg, pushed the rough-skinned vegetable into her slit and masturbated feverishly. She gasped and groaned thickly, her hips bucking and writhing, both hands gripping the cucumber, rocking it steeply in and out of her cunt, her breasts swollen between her arms.

Her mind filled with images of Kenny and Susan and her face was radiant with lust and excitement.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me ... fuck me with your cock, Kenny! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me like a whore!"

THE SECOND shock was even more dramatic.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A few days later, Shirlyn came home unwontedly early from college. There were to be drama rehearsal's for the college's annual day and the students who weren't participating were allowed to go home. Shirlyn was among them, and she was glad for the opportunity to spend a longer time naked, watching Kenny's pornographic movies, reading his 'pondies', masturbating. Perhaps she might see Kenny and Susan again. She hurried home feeling increasingly horny, her cunt already moist.

She let herself in with her latchkey and was about to barge into her bedroom when she stopped, a puzzled frown on her face. The door was closed. That itself was unusual. Then she heard voices, a man and a woman, from the other side, a giggle, a chuckle, a sharp gasp. She went still and cold. She knew the voices.

Silently, Shirlyn dumped her college satchel on the floor and, dropping to her knees, put her eye to the keyhole.

She almost cried out in shock at what she saw. Her jaw dropped and she stared in disbelief, stuffing her hand in her mouth to stifle her cry.

In the room, her sister and her younger uncle, Calvin, were making love.

Actually, they weren't just making love. They were fucking.

It was hot, steamy, feverish, unbridled carnality.

Shirlyn moaned softly, unable to tear her eyes from the keyhole. Her heart pounded in her chest. With a stab of shock, she realized that she ought to feel horror, revulsion, something, something *negative*; but the only sense she felt, the one that pervaded her being from head to toe, biting into the innermost recesses of her flesh, was raw, naked lust.

Shirlyn's sister was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Her face was pretty, with soft, gentle features, warm eyes, dark hair, a slim nose, a pretty mouth and even teeth. Her body was firm and beautifully curved: her breasts were full and ripe, her belly was flat, her hips and buttocks swelled neatly. Her skin was dusky and smooth.

Calvin was in his early forties. He was the youngest of the three brothers; Shirlyn and Sheila's father had been the eldest. Calvin was a dark, handsome man, tall and lean, with strong, aquiline
features in a clean-shaven face.

His shoulders were wide, the belly hard and trim, the hips narrow and his arms and legs were long and strong, rounded with firm muscles. His torso was covered with a mat of fine dark hair. His cock was big, eight inches long, an inch thick.

They had obviously been at it for some time, for their bodies shone with sweat in the warm summer air. Calvin was fucking his niece on her back with rapid, yet measured, deeply skewering thrusts. She gasped and cried out, her pretty face suffused with lust, the gold chain around her neck slithering on her naked breasts which were swollen and turgid, the nipples nut-hard.

She dug her fingers into his taut biceps as he leaned over her on his outstretched arms and knees, his hips rocking up and down between her forked, splayed thighs, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically. Her legs were spread and her knees were bent and her hips heaved in unison with his. Calvin gritted his teeth, his face flushed with tension, his head bent between his corded, rippling shoulders.

"Yeh ... c'mon ... take it ... take it, Sheila, bitch ... take my cock!" he grunted. "Oh yeh ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... take it! Take it all!"

"Ohhh uhhh Oh Uncle Calvin ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby ... do it, Uncle ... fuck my slit ... ohhh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... give it to me, Uncle ... c'mon ... shove it in ... ahhh uhhh
yeh ... oh yeh ... that's it ... c'mon, baby ... shove your cock right up my cunt ... ahhhhhh uhhh oh fuck yes! OHHHH uhh Ohhh yes ... oh baby yes!"

"OHHH uhh Oh man yeh ... take it, Sheila ... take it! Take my cock ... ohh uhh yeh oh yeh oh fuck yes!"

Faster and faster they went, their bodies rocking and jerking on the bed as Shirlyn watched, dumbfounded, her body trembling with excitement. She jerked off her panties and bra and began masturbating frantically, stifling her moans, unable to tear her eye away from the keyhole.

"C'mon Sheila-whore!" Calvin gasped. "Talk to me, bitch! *Talk to me*! Tell me 'bout the others, slut ... *do it*!"

"Yeh ... oh yeh ... that's it ... do it, Uncle Calvin ... fuck my slit ... yeh ... that's it ... just like Uncle Stanley does, baby ... just like he fucks me ... with his fat long cock ... yeh ... that's it ... do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like Kenny does Uncle ... and Jerry ... and ... and Harry yes ... ohhh uhhh yes ... c'mon ... fuck me hard, Uncle! Fuck me like a whore!"

Shirlyn's ears burned. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her sister, her beloved sister ... she ... she slept with ... no, she *fucked* her uncles ... and their sons ... and the servant and ... and even their *brother*! She watched as they slowed, gasping and panting, and broke apart. Sheila turned around on her forearms and knees on the bed and, kneeling behind her, Calvin took his cock in his hand and slowly squeezed it into her cunt.

She gasped thickly, gritting her teeth, biting her lower lip, her head rising and turning over her shoulder to her lover. Her breasts hung heavy and swollen and the gold chain around her neck swayed against her chin. Calvin ran his hands up her curved body and squeezed her pendulous breasts, pinching her nipples. She squirmed her buttocks against his crotch.

"Mm ... ohh yeh ... oh that's good, Uncle ... that's so good," Sheila murmured huskily.

Calvin grinned and, bending forward, his hands squeezing her breasts, jammed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth.

"You still fucking the servant, whore?" he grunted, sweeping his tongue through her ear.

Sheila shuddered, groaned, writhed. "Mm ... whenever I can."

"What's he like?"

"Shankar? Great fuck. Good body, big cock. Bigger than yours or Uncle Stanley's. Not as big as Harry's, but then he's the biggest. You know that's why I first fucked him -- couldn't resist his
cock!"

Calvin grinned and straightened, holding her hips, and began fucking her with long, slow, deep thrusts. On all fours beneath him, Sheila gasped, rocking to and fro and back and forth, running her cunt up and down the length of his cock, moving in concert with her uncle. Sheila's face was radiant with lust, her nostrils flared, her mouth open, and she moaned and hissed sexily, mouthing obscenities, goading her lover.

"Yeh ... fuck me, Uncle Calvin ... fuck me like a whore ... like a bitch ... oh god that's so good, baby ... ohhh uhhh yeh c'mon, Uncle, do it! Fuck me hard!"

Grunting, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, Calvin began fucking her faster and harder and deeper, rocking his hips against her buttocks with loud slapping sounds, swinging his hips quickly to and fro, flexing and unflexing his taut buttocks. Shirlyn watched, groaning in lust, as her uncle's distended penis appeared and disappeared alternately between the smooth curves of her sister's buttocks, glistening and gleaming with their coital juices.

Faster and faster they moved, their cries rising in pitch and volume. Sheila's body jerked and rocked on the bed, her breasts jiggling with Calvin's thrusts. He gritted his teeth and, stretching his arms, gripped her shoulders and began to jerk her body savagely back and forth, yanking her cunt hard up and down on his cock. She cried out, and he gasped, flinging his head back, moving one leg up along her flank, moving faster still.

"Yeh ... take it! C'mon, whore! Take it! Take it, you fucking bitch!" he cried. "Take my cock, slut ... take it all! Ahhhh uhh ahhh uhh oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck uhhh yes ... ohhhh uhhhh yes!"

Sheila began to orgasm and Calvin moaned, wincing and gasping, still rocking his cock furiously in and out of her cunt. Her fingers clawed at the sheets and her buttocks writhed and squirmed in his crotch. Her orgasm ebbed and she moaned, shuddering, swaying drunkenly under her uncle.

"Uncle ... let me ... let me suck you," she moaned. "Cream in my face?"

Calvin grinned and, squeezing her breasts, slid his cock out of her cunt. He got to his feet and she turned on her knees and buried her face between his thighs, taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking it hungrily.

He gasped, his hands on her head, moving it back and forth to suit his pleasure as he pumped his hips to and fro, fucking her face. She evidently enjoyed sucking cock, for she moaned and whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, pumping his shaft in her fist, her cheeks distended by the bulge of his penis.

"Yeh ... suck it, whore ... suck harder!" Calvin gasped. "C'mon, Sheila, bitch! Suck my dick! Suck it, slut ... suck, suck, *suck!*"

Sheila responded at once, gripping his hips and pulling his cock deeper into her mouth. She teased his buttocks open and pressed a slender finger to his anus. Calvin gasped, his hips twitching violently and, at once, Sheila opened her mouth wide under his cock, running her tongue rapidly and lasciviously around his bulging cock-head, pumping his shaft in one fist.

With a shuddering groan, Calvin exploded. On the other side of the door, Shirlyn watched, stunned, as her uncle came violently, gasping and moaning, his hips lurching and twitching as the heat spewed in thick, copious, sticky jets from the long slit in his cock-head and into her open mouth. Her face creased in pleasure as she swallowed it, shaking his cock, spattering her face and breasts with her uncle's seed.

Calvin gasped and sank to the bed and Sheila went down on her back with him. They kissed, gently and deeply, and he fondled her cum-sticky breasts, massaging his seed into her flesh, rubbing her slit with his fingers.

"Fuck me again?" she murmured, sweeping her tongue through his ear, her fingers busy with his cock, her legs open, writhing against her uncle.

"In a bit. Need a break."

She giggled and lapped his nipple tenderly. "You're getting old."

"Mm. Can't be helped."

"Fortunately not too old to have the hots for me."

"Never that."

She smiled. "Can I suck your cock? Get you hard?"

"Try."

He turned on his back and she moved over him, snaking slowly down his body, lapping at his nipples, moving lower, rubbing her lovely breasts against his cock, nuzzling his crotch. He grunted thickly, lying back, eyes closed, one hand on her head, the other toying with her breasts.

"Sheila?" he murmured.

"Mm?"

"You still whoring?"

She looked. "Mm. Yes. Very much so. You know I need the money. Harry doesn't make enough for all three of us."

"Give him time."

"He spends too much on his whores."

"Including you?"

Sheila grinned, wickedly. "Come to think of it, you're right. He's the one got me into it in the first place. From god knows when. Since I was what, seventeen, eighteen? You know how he loves watching you two uncles fuck me. Remember all the photos he takes?"

"Oh fuck yes. Never seems to drop his fucking camera these days!"

"He says it's his job. He's trying to make it as a pornographic photographer. He says there's a company interested in his work. He showed some slides last week and a video. If they take him on, he'll make good. Then we're out of her, he and I and Shirlyn."

"Stan and I'd hate that. Being stuck with those ugly broads we married."

"I'll never know why you did that, you two. You always had me to fuck."

"Didn't marry them to fuck, Sheila, you know that. We had to make it look respectable. Imagine what people would talk, two of us and you, all marriageable and pretty and all, living under one roof. Our marriages were good cover."

"Well, you fucked them enough to knock them up and have the boys, didn't you?" Now Sheila was sucking his cock slowly and deeply, working it cleverly with her tongue and lips and teeth, rubbing and licking his balls, masturbating him tenderly. Shirlyn watched, fascinated.

"Same reason," Calvin went on, answering her question. You know it's the truth. We've never stopped fucking you, have we? Either of us? And now our boys are doing it, too!"

"Thank heaven for that." She took his cock deep in her mouth. It was rising and hardening now, quivering slowly erect. His hips writhed and bucked unevenly under her face.

"So how's the flesh trade these days?" he grunted.

"Good. Very good."

"Really?"

"Yes. More than I can handle sometimes."

"I hear the competition's getting stiff in this city, now?"

She giggled. "Fortunately so are the men. And that's part of the deal Harry's working on. If he gets the job, I get in, too. They run an expensive whorehouse."

Calvin grinned. "Seventh heaven for you, right?"

Shirlyn's ears burned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her sister was a whore! A real *whore*! She moaned softly. It was her most ardent fantasy, to fuck and be paid for it, and here it was, happening right in her own family, with her own sister, no less!

Calvin's cock was erect now and he pulled her head up. She resisted, sucking him for a little longer and then rose, smiling wantonly down at her uncle and moved up over his body, straddling his hips, kneeling across his lap. She took his cock in her hand and, guiding it between her thighs, eased her cunt gently down on it with a soft sigh of pure pleasure. He smiled at her, running his hands up her lovely, slender, curved body to her breasts.

She smiled down at him and, lifting her hands, tilted her head back and, collecting her hair, bent her neck and coiled it deftly into a knot high on her head. It was a lovely, sensuous gesture, and, as her arms moved, so did her breasts and her belly drew inward. She looked gorgeous and sexy. Calvin fondled her breasts and she leaned forward on her outstretched arms, slowly moving and swirling her hips in tight, erotic circles on his lap.

"Feel good, Uncle?" she murmured huskily, her eyes bright. "Does my cunt feel good on your dick?"

"Wonderful," he grunted, craning his head and sucking gently on her breasts. "You're the best, Sheila. The best."

"Fuck me, Uncle," she sighed. "Keep fucking me ... I want your cock in my slit forever and ever!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Calvin grinned, moving his hips slowly and rhythmically up and down under her. She rocked back and forth and to and fro on her hands and knees and Shirlyn saw her cunt running up and down the length of his swollen cock, her buttocks bobbing off his thighs.

"You can't go on forever, you know," he said.

"What?" she looked down at him puzzled.

"Your whoring. It can't go on endlessly, Sheila, can it?"

"No, it's going to stop sooner or later. I figure I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. It's a good thing I'm so randy and love fucking so much."

"I'm not joking, babe. Have you thought about the future? Planned ahead? Put some money aside? Marriage?"

"There's just about enough, Uncle. I'm expensive. And I'm saving nicely till Harry gets settled. Then we'll be fine. You don't seem me splashing it around unnecessarily, do you? It comes in steadily, though it's hard work. Good thing I enjoy it so much!"

"Good. That's good. What about Shirlyn?"

"What about her?"

"Have you thought about her future? Studies, going abroad, marriage?"

Sheila paused and smiled down at him. "Uncle, Shirlyn is my sister. I know her. I look at her and I see myself in her. I was just like this at her age. You know that. You fucked me first when I wasn't much older. Believe me, she'll find her way. I'm not going to stop her, not in anything she wants to do, and I mean *anything*. We're good friends and I'll always be there to help her. Even if she decides to follow in my footsteps. And I mean that. I won't stop her even then, and I'll help her if I can."

Calvin stopped and stared at her, dumbfounded. "What are you saying, Sheila? You mean ... you mean ... she ... you ... you want her to be like you?"

"What's wrong with that, Uncle? I'm happy, aren't I? She can be happy like me, can't she? And have you seen her recently? I mean, really *seen* her?"

"What d'you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed? How good she's looking? How sexy her body is? I know her, Uncle Calvin. I know she's hot. It won't be long before she's fucking someone. And I'd like her to do it, enjoy it like I do, even making a life from it, like I have. Don't forget, I wasn't forced into whoring. I wanted it. I wanted to be a whore, ever since I was her age, and, if I know her, she does, or will, too. I just don't want her to get hurt, that's all. If I knew she was fucking, and she wanted help, some guidance, pointers, instructions, the kind of things to do, how to make it better, believe me, I'd teach her. I'm just not rushing it. Let it happen, and it will. Harry and I will always be there to help her along, if whoring is what she wants. It's what *we* want."

"You're ... you're incredible! You're mad!" Calvin gasped.

"Am I?" she smiled wantonly, writhing her hips on his groin, flexing and unflexing her buttocks rhythmically, squeezing her cunt over his cock so that he groaned and lurched up under her.

"See? See how good that is? Now that's a trick few women know without being taught. It's good for me, too, and why shouldn't my own sister know it? Think about it, Uncle, next time you see her. Think about how it would be to fuck her. She's lovely, she's young, she's hot, she has a great body. Just imagine her, moaning and gasping and sweating, sucking your cock, squeezing it in her cunt ... she'll be a great fuck, just watch. She'll be very good, and you're going to love every minute of it. Just imagine! Wouldn't it be grand? If you were fucking *both* sisters? All of you?"

"Sheila!"

"Uncle, I've had a good life, better than you in your marriage. I decided not to marry because I like men too much, I love their bodies and their cocks, and I want them in quantity, not just one man. So why should my sister have less? Tell me that? I love sex, and she's like me and she's going to love it, too, I know, more but not less. So I'm going to help her get everything she wants out of life, take all its pleasures and none of its pain. That's what life should be. Fun. Happiness. Why shouldn't I want that for my own sister?"

"But ... but you're asking *me* to fuck *her*! Your *sister*!"

"So? Harry did the same when he asked you to fuck me, offered my body to you. You didn't say no then, why are you hesitating now? Better you, who I know, a guy who fucks well and knows how to keep a woman happy, better one of you I know than some idiot who will give her only pain and no pleasure. And what's new about it in this family, tell me? You've always fucked me, you and Stan, ever since Harry introduced me to you.

We've always enjoyed our sex. We still do. You've often told me how you used to fuck our mother, while Dad watched and encouraged you. How, often, all three of you would fuck her together. So I guess it must be in our blood, Uncle, yours and mine, too. I'm just like you. I fuck my own brother, Harry, and your elder boy and Stanley's. You've seen me with Jerry and Kenny, haven't you? Weren't you the one who asked me to help Jerry? Like Stanley did for Kenny? And didn't I do it? Give them their first fucks? Show them how to fuck a woman like a woman should be fucked? So I'm asking you to return the favour. Do for me and my sister what I did, and still do, for you and your sons. And let them fuck her, too. They're good and they'll be good for her."

Calvin grinned. "Oh you wonderful, horny, hot piece of ass! God, I love you, Sheila! I love you!"

She grinned and, bending over, kissed him deeply. "I love you, too, Uncle Calvin. You and Uncle Stan and the boys ... I love you and I love fucking you. C'mon now ... enough of this serious stuff ... Now I want it in my ass, Uncle ... c'mon ... fuck my butt!"

She slid off his cock and turned around again on her front, bending steeply this time, spreading her legs wide, and thrusting her buttocks up at him. Calvin rose, his eyes glittering with lust and dropped in a deep squat over her flared hips.

He pushed his cock between her buttocks and then, taking a breath, flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward.

His cock-head popped into her anus and Sheila cried out, her face twisting in a paroxysm of excitement, her fingers scrunching the sheets, her head whipping up, her lips snapping back, her mouth tearing open, her long neck craned. Above her, Calvin groaned, his fingertips pressed into the flesh of her buttocks and flung his head back, his eyes closed.

"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, Sheila, take it! Take my cock! OHHHHH uhh oh fuck your ass is so good! Take it, Sheila, bitch, take it!"

"AHHHHHhhuhh ohmauhhhhhh ahhh uhhhhh OHHH!" Sheila cried. "Yes uhhh oh uhhh ohh ma uhh yes ... c'mon ... fuck me! Fuck my butt, baby ... fuck it deep! Shove your cock right up my ass, baby ... do it! OHH yes ... c'mon ... deeper ... ahhhhh uhhh yeh ... there! Ohh yes!"

"Ahh uhh ahhh uhh oh baby yes!" Calvin gasped.

"Do it, Uncle! Fuck my ass ... fuck it hard! Just like you're going to with Shirlyn ... just like the others will ... just like ... Uncle Stan ... and Kenny ... and Jerry ... and Harry and Shankar ... will fuck her ... like a whore, baby ... like a whore ... like a rutting whore, Uncle Calvin ... like a whore! Like ... like *me*!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SHIRLYN SLEPT BADLY, tossing and turning, her mind filled with the vision of her sister, her beloved sister, Sheila, fucking their Uncle Calvin ... Sheila moaning and gasping and writhing and sweating ... bucking and jerking and whimpering like a whore ... like a *whore* ... as Uncle Calvin thrust his big cock in and out, in and out, in and out ...

The jangle of the doorbell snapped her wide awake. She knew it must be the milkman. She groaned and slipped out of bed. Whoever was up earliest had to answer this first bell. She slipped on a long housecoat and went out across the silent hall. The rest of the household slumbered on.

The door was slightly ajar when she went out to answer it. Shirlyn stopped. It was always bolted each night, but now the bolt and the door were open. She felt a twinge of unease as she peered cautiously around the door. She was just in time to see Sheila and the milkman disappear into the stuffy little store-room that opened off the landing.

Her jaw dropped in shock as she realized at once what was going on for, as Sheila stooped from the waist to undo the padlock on the store-room door, the milkman was right there with her, grinning, his hands caressing her buttocks and she was smiling wantonly over her shoulder at him.

Shirlyn's pulse pounded. Sheila was at it again. This time, with the milkman! Out here! Where anyone coming up the stairs could see! First thing in the morning, and Sheila was horny as a bitch in heat!

Suddenly Shirlyn realised that the store-room landing was probably the best place for Sheila if she wanted an early morning fuck with the milkman. The flat was on the top floor of the building, and no one came up except to go to the terrace, and no one went there till very much later in the day.

The store-room was a separate little room with no access from their flat. It served as a larder and store for junk. Besides, the flat was the only one on the floor -- unlike the lower floors which had two flats with doors facing each other across the landings. Inside the house or out on the landing would be much too risky at this time.

The store-room was perfect and Sheila had obviously used it before. Shirlyn waited till they had disappeared into the room, closing the door behind them and then stepped silently across the landing and pressed her eye to small hole in the door. It gave her an unobstructed view into the room.

It was small and dank and stuffy and lit by a single, naked overhead bulb on a long wire. Shelves lined three walls, filled with large jars and aluminum bins, the year's supply of cereals and pickles, some old pillows and sheets, discarded clothes tied in bundles.

Sheila wore a totally transparent negligee that reached just to her crotch and nothing else. She was evidently naked under it. Her body looked gorgeous and sexy. Shirlyn bit her lower lip as she felt her body flush with sex-heat. She squeezed her breasts, fondled her crotch, realizing with a start that she was no better, perhaps worse than Sheila; she wanted it, too desperately.

Sheila was on her knees before the milkboy. His shorts were rucked to his ankles. He was gasping and moaning, his head rolling on his shoulders, his hips pumping. She sucked his cock hungrily, his hips bucking at her face, her head moving swiftly to and fro, to and fro, to and fro. The boy's erect cock shone and throbbed in her fist as she masturbated him the while.

Her tongue swirled rapidly over his cock-head and she cocked an eye at his face and seemed to smile in pleasure at the lust on it. She thrust her face forward and took his cock deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her head rocking back and forth before his juddering loins.

The handsome young lad thrust his hands down her nightgown and groped her breasts, squeezing them feverishly. His shirt was undone. He had a smooth, lean well-muscled torso. He was good-looking, fair-skinned, with fuzz on his upper lip and sharp features. He couldn't have been more than seventeen.

Sheila sucked relentlessly on his penis, harder and faster, till he caved in and exploded in her mouth with an animal grunt. Like Kenny had done with Susan and Calvin with Sheila, the milkboy shot thick jets of sticky white spoot into Sheila's mouth. She let it dribble down over her face and lips and neck and down her cleavage, caressing her face with his prick, licking it clean.

The boy pushed her head away and bent to tug on his shorts.

"Don't be so late if you want to fuck me," she said, looking a little annoyed. "I was waiting and waiting."

He grinned lewdly at her, cupped her breast. "Horny slut. Had to get my ticket, I'm off to my village on tonight's bus." He grinned at her expression of dismay. "But don't worry, bitch ... got a temp to come in. Specially chose him for you. You're gonna like fucking him. He'll be here tomorrow."

The boy buttoned his trousers and Shirlyn turned and fled back to her bedroom, diving under the covers and turning her back and pretending to be asleep. She heard Sheila come in a minute later, and crossing over, look down at her younger sister, just checking. Shirlyn steadied her breath, her eyes closed.

Sheila moved away at last and Shirlyn sighed inwardly. She heard her sister open her cupboard, a rustle, and then she went into the bathroom. Shirlyn immediately thrust her fingers into her crotch and began masturbating frantically, orgasming within seconds with a stifled groan.

It was very sexy. Very, very sexy. She could hardly wait to watch Sheila the next morning.

Her excitement woke her at the first chime of the doorbell the next morning. Shirlyn lay in bed, feigning sleep, as she heard Sheila slip out of the room. She waited until the door was closed and then stole over. Across the room, on the far side, Harry slept with his face to the wall, snoring softly. Shirlyn peered out into the hall. Sheila was at the door, handing the boy the milk coupons. She was dressed, like the previous day, only in a short nightgown of some transparent material, clasped loosely at the throat. She was quite obviously naked beneath it.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The boy took the coupons from her, and his eyes were on her nude body beneath the gown, his body frozen. He held the coupons without moving an inch. Sheila waited, her excitement mounting quickly. She slid her fingers over his wrist and tugged him gently out of the house, quietly shutting the door behind them and leading him to the store.

Shirlyn found him very sexy. He was dressed as always only in a pair of shorts and an open shirt that flapped wide, held by the single, very last button. He was tall and lean and dark with a solid, hard chest, deep and muscular, broad shoulders, a flat belly with small hips and taut buttocks.

His torso was smooth and dark and hairless. The arms and forearms were broad and thick with long, sinewed muscle. He had a clean-shaven, square-jawed face, the eyes small and piercing, the nose strong and long, the mouth wide with strong, even teeth. He was a little older than the guy of the morning before, perhaps eighteen or twenty. His slim, even cruel lips parted as he ogled Sheila with mounting lust. Her own lust grew at sight and smell of him, the sheen of sweat on his body arousing her intensely.

The youth reached up and flicked open the button of the gown at Sheila's throat. It split open, fell to her feet. She was naked beneath. He groped her breasts, squeezing them hard, pinching the already stiff nipples, his face suffused with lust, panting. His cock was already forming a thick bulge in his shorts.

Sheila bit her lower lip and stifled a moan, her nostrils flared, her eyes glassy and half- shut with excitement. She caressed his damp torso, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it wide open, kissing and licking his nipples, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest and belly. Slowly, she slid her fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

The boy stiffened. Shirlyn saw her eyes dilate in surprise and pleasure and the boy grinned as she looked up at him and thrust her hand in deeper, gripping his cock and jerking it.

"Yeh, great cock," the boy boasted, fondling her breasts harder. "Not likely you'll find a guy better hung'n me, slut!"

He pressed down at her shoulders, but she hardly needed the prodding. She slipped to her knees, sexual hunger apparent and visible on her pretty face. She unfastened his shorts and rolled them down. His cock bobbed erect.

He was right. It was an unusually large member. It was fully ten inches long, over an inch and a half thick, circumcised, with big, heavy balls and a thatch of dark, springy, pubic hair. Veins ridged the length of the cock. It was obvious that this one was someone proud of his endowments, and with a fair idea of his abilities to use them to effect. He had shaved his cock-shaft down to the hilt to make for smoother, deeper penetration and heightened satisfaction.

Sheila moaned softly, her eyes half closed as she stroked and caressed his cock, cupping and rubbing his balls, fisting and jerking him steadily. The boy grunted, his head bent, blowing his breath out to keep control, his chest heaving, belly drawn in with the strain. Then Sheila parted her lips and quickly slid them down deep around his cock, sucking hard. The boy cried out in shock and surprise, gasping, his head arching back, his belly snapping in, his hips jerking forward at her face.

He gripped the back of her head and pumped his hips, fucking her mouth rapidly as Sheila sucked him off expertly. She had his cock in her fist, jerking it swiftly, her head bobbing rapidly to and fro, her tongue winding and coiling serpentine about the bulbous cock-head. His cock shone with her spittle and pre-cum gunk, gobs of it appearing on her lips and fingers, sticky and warm.

"Oh uhh OHHHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OHHHH ... *hanh ... choos ... jorse choos* uhhhh OHH!" the boy gasped, panting feverishly.

Sheila sucked and jerked his cock expertly, her mouth open, driving him wild with the desire to come in her mouth, running it over and between her swollen breasts to leave a sticky trail over her flesh. The boy stood there on trembling legs, his face flushed, panting and gasping and crying out, fucking her face desperately, his bloated penis distending her lovely face.

His climax loomed and Sheila gauged it to perfection. She moved to the floor on her back and drew him down with her, between her forked, spread and bent legs. The boy leaned over her on his outstretched arms and knees, hands on the floor and she took his cock, guiding him into her cunt.

"C'mon ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt!" she whispered throatily. "*Chodh mujhe*!"

With a deep moan, the boy rammed his cock into her, gasping, the breath shooting from his throat as he went deep into her slit. Sheila arched steeply under him as the huge cock reamed into her flesh and the breath hissed between her fiercely clenched teeth. Her lips drew back, bared in a rictus of lust.

"Ah-uh-ah-uh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila cried in a low, thick voice.. "Oh ma uhhh ahh uhhhh ohhhhhhh!"

Her body bowed steeply, veins and tendons popped and stood out in her neck, her head jerked back, her eyes screwed shut. Watching them, Shirlyn groaned, masturbating.

"Ohh uhhh OHH!" the boy went, his head snapping back, his buttocks flexing taut.

In a flash, her legs were raised high and hooked about the small of his back, her hands digging fiercely into the taut muscles of his shoulders and arms. He began fucking her furiously, pumping his hips feverishly, ram-fucking her straight off, his buttocks flexing and unflexing as he drove his cock like a piston at her cunt, the huge pillar of cock-flesh glistening and gleaming with her oral ministrations and now their comingled coital juices as it hammered in and out, emerging and disappearing between her distended, open cunt-lips.

She gasped and moaned as he fucked her, his huge cock reaming and ramming into her, spiralling down as he swung his hips violently in hard circles. Beneath him, Sheila's body jerked and snapped with each thrust, her breasts jiggling, her hips jerking and heaving and writhing, gyrating under his. Her nipples were nut-hard, her mouth open in a wide 'O'.

"Ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhh ahhhhhhuhhhhoh uhhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhh uhh *hanh-hanh-hanh* uhhh ... aise ohhhhh uhhh *hanh* uhhh yes uhhh *aise chodh* ... ohmauhahhhuhhhh hanh ... ohhhhh uhhh *lele ... hanh ... lele mujhe ... chodh mujhe chodh jorse chodh chul aur jorse hanh* uhhhhh *hanh*-uh-*hanh*-uhh ah uhh ah uh ah uh ahhhh!" Sheila cried.

They fucked furiously, hard and deep and fast, his buttocks pumping and pounding, rocketing up and down, driving his cock like trip-hammer in and out of her cunt, ramming it in, pulling out then ramming in again with a savage sweeping roll of his lean hips, screwing her from all angles. His head was flung back, his eyes closed, lips pursed, his nostrils flared as he concentrated on fucking her, slamming his hips up and down, up and down, up and down, panting.

Sheila's face rolled from side to side, her hands rising to link behind his neck, digging in fiercely. Her body jerked and rocked, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing on her dusky skin. She soared over the crest of her orgasm, her cunt convulsing and spasming, hot and tight on his searing cock, as the milkboy screwed her like a gutterslut.

He felt the warm ooze of her cum on his cock and moaned. Instantly, she opened her legs wide, unhooking them and spread them wide for him, her hands flying down to clench his buttocks, parting the lobes, her slender, shapely finger slipping between them to his anus.

"Ohhhhhh uhhh *hanh*!" the milkboy cried ecstatically and plunged deep into her hard, making her gasp and moan.

Faster and faster he went, his hips swinging and rocking madly up and down, his glistening cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her body jerked and writhed under his, her breasts jiggling and jumping, her sexy gold necklace dancing on her honey skin.

Her nipples were rock-hard and she hissed loudly in pleasure, sliding her hands up her body to cup and squeeze them sexily, her head turning from side to side.

Shirlyn saw that he was good at it. He found a rhythm, rapid and deep, piercing and skewering her cunt powerfully, and held it for a long time. She groaned, soaring up to another orgasm. He continued fucking her. Suddenly, he slid out of her and, rearing on his knees, made her turn on her front on the cool tiled floor.

Sheila whimpered thickly, turned on her forearms and knees before the milkboy. He chuckled softly, his mouth open, panting heavily, and, taking his cock in his hand, squeezed it slowly between her buttocks and into her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh uhhhh OH ma uhhhh ohhhh!" Sheila cried, her head rising, her face twisted with lust as the huge cock surged into her cunt again.

The youth chuckled and began fucking her rapidly from behind like a bitch in heat. Gripping her hips, he swung his own back and forth in a rapid-fire rhythm, pushing his cock in and out of her
cunt, his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks. His cock appeared and disappeared between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Her gold necklace dangled and swung.

Her swollen, succulent, pendulous breasts jiggled with his thrusts. He slid his hands up under her body and squeezed them eagerly, pinching and tweaking her erect nipples. Sheila shuddered and moaned, rocking back and forth on all fours, running her cunt up and down the length of his bloated penis.

"*Hanh* uh *hanh* uhh *hanh* uhhh yes ... ohh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me, baby ... *chodh mujhe ... jorse chodh*!" she gasped. "Oh ma uh oh ma uhh oh ma uhh *hanh*!"

"C'mon ... take it ... c'mon, whore ... take it! Oh fuck uhh yes oh yes ohhh uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhh uhh *hanh*!" the boy panted, fucking her faster and faster.

She came yet again and now he lost control, gasping and wincing, and, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, rammed his cock into her hard, once, twice, three, four, five times, each thrust making her lurch forward and cry out sharply and thinly. He rammed in yet again and then, his buttocks flexed taut, his hips twitching at her buttocks, groaned loudly as the heat erupted from his cock in a volcanic explosion.

Beneath him, Sheila gasped, shuddering and mewing in pleasure as the heavy flood of his hot, creamy jizz spurted and spurted and spurted into her sodden slit.

Slowly, she eased herself forward off his cock. The boy sank back on his haunches, his chest heaving, his mouth open, panting and gasping, his cock dwindling. Slowly, she got to her feet and, without another word or looking back at him, slipped into her negligee.

"Come back tomorrow," she said softly. "Come back every morning as long as you're the temp."

"And after that."

"Come back anyway," Sheila laughed, and buttoned her gown demurely to the throat. "Come back anyway!"

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SHIRLYN WOKE WITH A START in the middle of the night. She could hear voices in the kitchen adjoining their little room. She swung out of bed and stumbled out blinking sleep from her eyes. There was no one else at home but she and her brother and sister. The others had all gone out of town for the weekend.

Her sister and brother were fucking on the kitchen floor. She came wide awake, gaping, her body responding in the now familiar flush of lust-heat.

Sheila was beautiful. Her skin was dusky and creamy, her body firm and well curved. Her breasts were full and round. They were swollen now, her aureoles puckered with excitement, the stubby nipples nut-hard. Her belly was firm and flat, and her hips flared to nice legs. Her limbs were slender and shapely.

Her feet and hands were slender and well-formed. She wore a gold ring on her ring finger. Her lovely face was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back, her rosebud lips parted, her small, perfect teeth bared in a rictus of lust. Her slender nose was flared.

Her body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as her brother fucked her rapidly. Harry was bent over her on his knuckles and knees, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins. He was dark and lean, with a finely muscled, strong body. He was handsome and tall and looked wiry and tough.

His shoulders were wide, the arms and legs filled with long, thick, sinewy muscle. His chest was hard and cleaved, the belly flat. His hips were small, the buttocks firm and taut. His torso was smooth and hairless. He was intensely good-looking, with fine, chiselled features: clean-shaven, square-jawed, with a sharp, aquiline nose, a wide, slim mouth, teeth that were very white and strong and dark, deep-set eyes.

His hair was cut in short plucks, swept back over a wide brow. His penis was huge. Shirlyn reckoned it to be over nine inches long and correspondingly thick.

Sheila obviously loved every inch it. She was on her back, her legs forked and spread with Harry bucking between them. Her legs were curled about his thighs. Her hips heaved up at his. Shirlyn stared at them. Harry's swollen, glistening cock, ridged with thick veins, plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt.

He could hear it squelching into her belly, rasping out, squelching in again, drawing shuddering moans from her. Her body snapped and bowed with his savage thrusts, curling under his. Her head flipped from side to side. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The thin gold chain around her neck tossed and slithered between her breasts.

Harry's buttocks flexed and unflexed, his cock rose, slid into her like a sword, lifted up again. Faster and faster he moved, thrusting deeper and harder into her. He flung his head back, his eyes closed. Sheila dug her fingers into his bunched biceps. Her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, the gold chain around her neck crushed between the lovely mounds. Their cries rang in Shirlyn's ears.

"Ohhh Harry-Harry-Hauhhry! unhhh ... oh-ohh-ohh!" she gasped loudly. "*Hanh* uhh uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh uhh ohmauhhohhhuhh oh oh ohhh uhh ohhma ohma ohma ohhhhh!"

"Unhhh ... unhh ... unhhh ... *chul ... chul rundi chul ... lele saali rahnd lele ... le merelavdeko* *hanh* uhhhhhhh!" he panted, using the vernacular, switching between that and English. "C'mon, whore ... take it! Take my cock, you whoring bitch ... take it!"

He began pistoning like a trip-hammer at full blast, his cock ramming in and out, in and out, in and out. He paused for a second to lever her thighs wider apart and to lean more steeply over him. At once he hit a furious, feverish, ram-fucking stroke again that tore a choking gasp from her throat. Their bodies glistened with sweat.

Harry slowed suddenly and she moaned, squeezing her breasts in her hands, rolling the heavy mounds under her palms, tweaking her nipples. She caressed his hard chest and belly, and then her hands slid to her loins and Shirlyn saw her left hand encircle his pistoning shaft, the right clawing her cunt-lips open.

Harry's cock rasped between her fingers. Shirlyn thought the sight of the dark cock in her fair fingers, under her gold band, was incredibly sexy.

Harry's hips rose and fell, rose and fell, his cock gliding smoothly, deeply, in and out, in and out, in and out. She whimpered and arched, writhing in pleasure and began to orgasm, her body stiffening suddenly under him, twitching as the waves crashed over her. Her body arched to his, pressing hard against him, her fingers digging into his strong shoulders.

When she had finished, Harry slowly pulled out of her. His cock was still rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders hunched, her pretty face turned to one side, begging for more.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "C'mon, Harry love, fuck me again!"

Shirlyn could scarcely believe his ears. She was acting like a bitch in heavy rut. Harry grinned.

"Okay," he chuckled. "Whatever you say, whore! In your ass! Want it?"

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

He was going to fuck her ass! Shirlyn watched in disbelief as Sheila smiled at her brother. She got to her feet and leaned over the kitchen counter, her buttocks thrust back at him. They lobed open, exposing her puckered anus. Harry licked four fingers in an utterly obscene action and smeared his spittle around her asshole.

"Wait," he muttered. He stretched an arm around her and flipped open the lid of the butter dish. He dug his fingers into the soft yellow butter and scooped up a generous pat. Grinning at her, smeared it around her anus. Sheila writhed, whimpering. He smeared his erect cock with it, coating it thickly. It shone and glistened dully.

"Now c'mon," he muttered and shuffled forward.

Harry pressed his cock-head to her anus. Shirlyn saw her tense. Harry chuckled and spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around at her anus. He guided it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed.

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Sheila tensed and bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled. Her breasts and the gold chain swung free. Harry splayed her buttocks with one hand and slowly pushed his cock-head inward. It found its target, held. Sheila gasped and stiffened. Her fingers clawed. She clenched a towel rod on the tiled counter wall. Harry slid his hips forward.

"OHMAOHMAOHMAOHHHHHHHHH!" Sheila called, her face twisting with shock and agony and delight.

Harry's head jerked back and he gasped. Shirlyn watched transfixed as the huge cock slithered between her buttocks, vanishing inexorably into her rear channel. Harry clenched her buttocks,
pulled them wide, and thrust deeper and deeper and deeper.

Sheila began to pant in pain and joy, her voice ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn open, her head jerked up. In and in and in he went, gritting his teeth, biting his lower lip, his head falling on his chest, now holding her hips and driving deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Sheila sobbed, her breath coming in heaving rasps.

"OH-Harry ... Harry ... Harry ... c'mon ... do it ... quickly ... fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck my ass, Harry baby ... fuck my ass!"

She was enjoying it! Sheila was actually enjoying it! Shirlyn watched in amazement and mounting excitement. Harry leaned forward and squeezed her swollen breasts hard. They grew slippery with the butter.

He stroked and caressed her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her breasts again. Holding her hips, he began move his own slowly, fucking her ass. Sheila gasped, rocking and lurching beneath him, turning her arm to cup her dangling breast, squeezing and kneading
it in excitement.

"Yes ... OHhhh yes yes OHHhhh yes yes OHhhhgodyes!" she cried. "OHH uhh Ohma uhhh Harry uhhh OHHHHHH uhh OHH god yes!"

"C'mon, whore ... c'mon ... take it ... take my cock right up your ass, Sheila whore ... just like you do with the servant, baby ... and with Kenny ... and Jerry ... and Uncle Stan ... and Uncle Calvin ... and *me*! Take it, whore! Take it! *Le*, *rundi*, *le*! *Lele* *mere* *lund* *ko*!" Harry cried.

He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris. Sheila gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and fro of her own accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft. Harry began to move faster. His belly sucked in. Controlling her movements with his fingertips on her upper buttocks, he impaled her asshole with his penis, shoving it in, pulling out, thrusting in again.

His cock shone and glistened as it emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. Her cries were small, broken, her face distorted in a rictus of agonised passion. Harry moved faster still, his hips jerking rapidly to and fro, his cock gliding in and out.

He paused to spread his legs on either side of her hips. He leaned over her with his hands on the counter edge, his cock buried deep in her, his body bent over hers. She was pinned beneath him. She waited for him to take his pleasure. His buttocks reared suddenly, sharply, then drove down into her savagely.

With a shuddering cry, Harry began to ram-fuck her butt. Sheila's breath ripped from her throat in a hoarse, ululating cry. Her mouth tore open. Her breasts began to jiggle furiously, her necklace whipping frantically back and forth. Harry's hips slammed into her buttocks again and again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, rising and falling, his cock pistoning furiously in and out, in and out.

"AHHH UHH AHHH UH AH UH AH UH AH UH OHMA UH OHMA OH MA OHMA UHHH AHH UHH OH UHH OH GOD UHH HARRY! OH BABY YES UHH OH HARRY YES!" she cried, her face contorted.

"Ah uh ah uh fuck yes oh fuck yes oh yeh take it, whore, take it!" he went.

He was streaming with sweat now, his body arched, his head flung back and his mouth torn open. Faster and faster he went and even as Shirlyn watched, Sheila began to orgasm. She went rigid under him, clawing and moaning, her head arched hard. Her breath came in broken rasps, her moans were thick and heavy and long. Harry continued to butt-fuck her gently. At last he stopped and slowly drew out of her.

"Liked it, whore?" he chuckled, spreading his legs. "Liked having my cock up your ass?"

"Oh god, yes," she gasped. "God, Harry ... that was incredible!"

He laughed loudly and slowly squeezed his cock up into her cunt. Sheila moaned, unresisting, as her brother fucked her cunt steadily with long, deep, piercing thrusts.

"Harry," she gasped. "Please ... let me suck you ... I want your cum in my mouth ... please?"

Harry snorted in delight and slid out of her. She stood trembling against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps. Harry moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face. She groaned, her head bowed, her body heaving. His rampant penis was thrust at her face.

"Suck me, Sheila bitch," Harry said softly. "Suck my cock, slut ... suck it good ... c'mon ... do it!"

Sheila groaned. Harry smiled and pulled her head down to his groin. Shirlyn was now totally dumbstruck. Harry's butter-smeared penis, glistening with the juices from her cunt and anus was at her face. Laughing softly at her head bent over his lap, Harry stroked her face with it, teasing her, dodging her questing lips.

Finally, he relented and let her have it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the sticky, slimy, slippery cock-head. She began to lick it eagerly, like a hungry puppy, running her tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't seem to matter that it had just invaded her asshole.

"How does it taste, whore, the taste of your *bhosdi*?" he chuckled. "Like it, eh? Yeh ... c'mon ... suck harder, bitch ... suck harder! *Harder*, whore, *suck harder*!"

She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his cock-shaft. Her cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck his cock, jerking his cock, holding his thigh, her cheeks hollowing. Her head moved back and forth on his twitching loins.

He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Harry gasped, flinging his head back and groaning in delight. His belly drew in with tension. She cupped his low, heavy balls, fondling them. He looked down at her, one hand on her head, jerking it to and fro. She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered like lightning over his glans. Harry lost control.

Shirlyn watched, stunned, as Sheila let her brother spew his jizz into her mouth. She opened her mouth and jerked his cock. Cum spattered on her face and neck and dangling breasts. She took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it some more, her head moving rapidly, drawing the very last drop of jizz out of his cock. Spunk dribbled down her chin and over her breasts, spattering on the counter.

Harry grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Sheila licked his thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Shirlyn watched pop-eyed, as she lifted her breasts and rubbed them into the puddled gunk on the counter in an utterly wanton action.

She rose with her breasts shining with gunk and arched her chest to his head, sliding an arm around his neck, drawing his lips to her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her face creased in a smile of delight as his tongue and teeth caressed her nipples.

"C'mon Harry," she murmured lasciviously, kissing him hungrily, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth. "Let's do it all over again! I'm still hot ... fuck me, Harry, baby ... fuck me like a slut!"

SEEING KENNY AND SUSAN and her sister Sheila and Calvin and Sheila and the milkboy and Sheila and their brother Harry -- *especially* her sister and Harry -- Shirlyn was in a complete daze.

She couldn't believe what she had seen and heard. Her sister was a *whore*. A proper, full-fledged whore. Who took money to let money fuck her. And her sister slept with ... no, her sister *fucked* Uncle Calvin. And Uncle Stanley. And their cousins, Kenny and Jerry. And the servant, Shankar. And even their brother, Harry.

And no doubt she'd fuck the younger boys, too, when she felt it was the right time. And her sister had always been a whore, and so had their mother, and her father had known it and encouraged it, and wanted it, and her brother took photos of men fucking his sister.

And her sister expected her, Shirlyn, to do no less. She didn't mind. She expected it. She wanted it. She was waiting for it, and she would help her to become a good lover ... no, to become a good *fuck*, a good *piece of ass*.

It was too much to comprehend all at once, and it took Shirlyn several days to fully understand the dimensions of the revelation. Once she had grasped its implications, she felt much calmer and decided she would have to make good choice for a first lover. She debated for several days, during which time she watched Kenny and Susan fucking, and Uncle Stanley and Sheila, and Sheila with Kenny and with Jerry.

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On one hot afternoon, she watched Harry fuck Sheila while their cousins Kenny and Jerry waited their turn. Then, after Harry was done, creaming copiously in Sheila's butt, the two cousins fucked her together while Harry took photographs and shot a video. Shirlyn moaned in excitement, aching to suck her brother's penis, her lust inflamed by its enormity.

She just couldn't make up her mind. Her lust for Harry was deep -- he was incredibly handsome and had such a big cock, and the things he had done with Sheila, fucking her relentlessly like a demon while she thrashed ecstatically -- Shirlyn wanted it to be her.

Kenny and Jerry were attractive, too -- Jerry was younger, but he, too, had a hard body that he was working on developing, handsome features and a sizable penis. When he fucked her sister, he seemed to have more imagination than Kenny, though Kenny was stronger and lasted longer. Her uncles, Calvin and Stanley, were experienced, adroit, very capable and attractive.

And then there was the servant, Shankar, muscular and good-looking, though not very tall, but with strong features, a square jaw, a straight nose, dark eyes, thick black hair and a manly square jaw. Unlike most servants, he was clean-shaven, abjuring the wispy mustaches the others favoured.

His body was sexy, wide-shouldered, broad in the chest, with a hard belly, slim waist and thickly muscled arms and legs. She watched him fuck Sheila one day, taking her rapidly and deeply, mouthing sexy obscenities, fucking her again and again while Sheila orgasmed repeatedly.

She couldn't make up her mind. Kenny and Jerry were closer to her age, and that made them sexier. But they were relatively inexperienced. Uncle Calvin and Uncle Stanley seemed too old for her; she wanted a sense of exhilaration and exploration, not a sense of deliberation. Harry was ... well, she wanted to save Harry.

It had to be special with him. And he was too close, he was her brother. She wasn't quite ready for that. She wanted a man who would take her like a woman, like a *whore*, not someone who knew he had to tutor her.

That left Shankar. Perhaps, after all, it would be best with him. And there was something indefinably risqué, inherently erotic, about fucking the *servant*, a man who was not her peer, socially.

It had an element that others would see as sleaze but, to her, was more a question of raw lust. With him, there would be no complicated family issues, no vexing emotional ties; just sex, pure, hard, simple.

It was her sister who resolved the issue and helped her make her decision.

They were in their room late one night and Sheila was brushing Shirlyn's hair before the mirror. Shirlyn sat on the stool at the dressing table. Her sister smiled at her in the glass.

"So have you decided which one?" Sheila asked gently.

"What?" Shirlyn bent her head and looked up over the tops of her eyes as her sister ran the brush through her tumbling dark hair, tinted by gorgeous brown highlights.

"Which guy is going to have the honour, dear? Have you decided?"

"What? What honour, Sheila? What guy?"

Her sister shook her head. "Come off it, Shirlyn. You know what I'm talking about. You've been dreaming about sex for ages now, haven't you? And masturbating? And wondering which guy to sleep with? Or should I say, *fuck*?"

"Sheila!"

"Shirlyn, please. I know you. You *are* my sister, and you're more like me than you know. I was just like this at your age, believe me. All I could think of was that. Sex. Men. Guys. Fucking. Cocks. My cunt and tits. Getting laid."

"Sheila, what are you saying!"

Sheila sighed in exasperation. "Please, girl, don't play games with me. You have been masturbating, haven't you?"

Shirlyn stared at her in the mirror.

"Haven't you? Well?"

Slowly, Shirlyn nodded.

"And dreaming of it?"

Shirlyn nodded again.

"Ever seen a cock? A man naked?"

Shirlyn hesitated. Then she nodded.

"Really. That's good. Tell me who."

Shirlyn paused. Then, in a very soft voice, she said, "Kenny. Jerry. Uncle Calvin. Uncle Stanley."

Her sister looked at her directly. "*All* of them? My, my. What have you been doing, spying?"

Shirlyn looked her in the eye and then suddenly, wickedly, grinned. "Actually, yes. I've been watching Kenny and Susan. And Kenny and Jerry and Uncle Calvin and Uncle Stanley with you. And Shankar. And I saw Kenny's sexy movies and read his magazines. And yes, I've been masturbating."

Sheila smiled hugely. "See," she murmured. "I told you. It was the same with me at that age. I loved it. But you haven't had sex yet?"

"No. You know that. You asked me who I wanted."

"Just making sure. You want it, though, don't you?"

"More than anything else, Sheila. So much it hurts."

"That's good. That kind of hunger is good. What have you decided?"

"I haven't. Not yet."

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"Yes. I'm so confused! They're all so sexy, and I don't know which..."

"Shankar."

"What?"

"Fuck Shankar."

"The servant? That Shankar?"

"Yes. That Shankar. The servant."

The two ladies paused, looked at each other in the mirror and then burst out laughing.

"That's the one you'd decided on, hadn't you?" Sheila laughed. "That's the one you wanted all along?"

"Yes. Actually, yes. Not the only one I want, but him first."

"Tell me why you want him."

"No. First *you* tell me why you suggested his name."

"No, you tell me."

Shirlyn pouted and stuck out her tongue at her sister. "Okay. I'll tell you. Because the boys are too young and Harry's too close and Uncle Calvin and Uncle Stanley might be too ... too conscious, you know? They'll be specially cautious and all that kind of thing. I don't want that. Not the first time."

"What do you want, then?"

"A guy who takes me for what I am. Like a woman should be had."

"Good. Very good," her sister nodded. "And just how do you think a woman should be had, Shirlyn?" Sheila was twisting her hair into a plait now.

"Ouch, careful, not so tight," Shirlyn grimaced. "Well, I thought it should be, you know, not too gentle, not too rough. Just right. Full of, um, *fire*, but not so that it hurts. With ... with *hunger*, not like a biology class. Am I right?"

"Absolutely, my love," her sister said. "That's the correct approach. And yes, I agree, I think Shankar would be just right."

"What's *your* reason?"

Sheila laughed. "I should know, shouldn't I? God knows I've fucked him often enough. Well, let me tell you. He's good, very good. He knows how to fuck a woman. Just the right touch of rough play, and he's careful not to hurt. His cock's big, but not too big. Harry, for instance, his cock is huge. Some women find it painful. Shankar's just right for a first time."

"Also," Shirlyn grinned. "He's the *servant*. I think that's very sexy. Isn't it?"

Her sister laughed, delight visible in every line of her face. "Spot on, child. It is *extremely* sexy, because it's one of those things we're just not supposed to do. So now. Tell me. How are you going to go about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you can't just go up to him and say 'fuck me', can you?"

"Why not?"

"Because, child, that's not half as much fun, and it's not nearly as good that way. You have to get him hot for you. Tempt him. Tease him. Flirt with him. Get him hot and excited, have him ogle you so that he's panting to fuck you, wanting you. You must draw it out. Then, when it does happen, it's explosive. Absolutely volcanic. Trust me. It'll bring out the fire in him and if you let
him know it's the first time for you, he'll be even more excited and the fucking will be that much better."

"But ... but what should I *do*, actually?"

"Dress differently, for one thing. Low cut blouses. *Saris*. Guys like Shankar love women in *saris*. Clinging T-shirts. The bathrobe. Something like that."

Shirlyn grinned. Her sister finished braiding her hair and Shirlyn got up and, turning, hugged her sister. Sheila kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"Oh, Sheila, I'm so happy you're not like other sisters," Shirlyn murmured. "You're really a friend. Tell me ... when ... when I ... when I *fuck* Shankar ... will you ... would you be there?"

Sheila smiled and shook her head. "No, Shirlyn. I won't. It's something you have to find and experience on your own. No one else can or should be part of it. Certainly not the first time. Perhaps another time, when you've got used to his body, and yours, and the things you do together."

Shirlyn was silent, holding her sister close.

"I understand," Shirlyn said softly. "Thank you."

Sheila sensed the tension and apprehension in her sister and smiled, stroking her hair tenderly. "You're lovely, Shir," she said softly. "Very lovely, very sexy. You will be good in bed, and you will enjoy yourself. Remember that -- it's the only thing that matter -- enjoy the sex, learn to relish fucking. There's no joy like it in anything else. Be happy, Shirlyn. Always be happy."




End of Part 01 UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

Next Part 02 HARD TIMES

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"OHHHHHHHHHHH SHANKAR ... UHHHHH... OHH uhhhh *hanh* uhh ohh uhhhh
oh ma uhhh ohhhh uhhhh ahhhhh uhhhh Shankar! OH MA UHH Shankar! UHH *hanh* UHHH *hanh* UHH AHH OHHH ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! *Lele* ... *lele* *mujhe* ... *hanh*!" Shirlyn gasped, writhing ecstatically.

"C'mon ... c'mon, whore ... c'mon ... take it ... take my cock, bitch ... *chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lund* *ko* ... *hanh* uhhh ohhhh uhhh *hanh* uhhh ahh-uhh-ahh-uhh-ahh-uhh-ahhh-uhhh *hanh* uhhhh *chul* *saali* *rahnd* *CHUL*! ... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lavde* *ko* *aur* *bol* - *accha* *lagta* *hai* *na* *rundi*? Don't it feel good, whore! *Bol* *saali* *rahnd* *BOL*! Tell me! Tell me it feels good, whore! Say it!"

"Yes, Shankar, yes ... *hanh* ... uhhhh *hanh* uhh ... *bahut* *accha* *lagta* *hai* ... *hanh* uhh ... oh yes ... oh god yes ... it feels so good, Shankar! Ohh uhh ohma uhh yes ... c'mon ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck my cunt! *Hanh* uhh ahhhh uhh ohma uhhh *hanh* uhh OHHHHH!" she cried in reply.

Above her, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her juicy, dripping cunt, Shankar, Shirlyn's lover and manservant, grunted his pleasure. He plunged his penis deeper into her flesh and chuckled as she cried out in shock and delight. She gasped and panted loudly, her pretty face turned hard to one side, tendons standing out in her lovely neck.

Her lips were parted, her eyes were shut and her breath was and ragged. Shankar unflexed his buttocks, drew his slowly cock out of her, then drove in again with a savage, spiralling thrust, grinding his hips round and round, churning her cunt-flesh with his heavy pestle-cock, mashing her clitoris, probing the innermost recesses of her cram.

Shirlyn's back cambered violently and she screamed, her mouth tearing open in yet another ululating love call. Her perfect teeth glistened as her luscious lips, shining with the stickiness of his gunk, drew back in a rictus of unbridled lust. Shankar chuckled and drew out and rammed in yet again, even harder.

It was a hot midsummer day and the rickety ceiling fan of her bedroom refused to go any faster. Their bodies streamed with sweat. This was Shirlyn's most erotic fantasy realised. Just she and the servant, alone at home, fucking furiously, no one to bother them. It was wonderful, absolutely heavenly, being fucked like this by her servant, with no one to disturb them and more than enough time so that he could take her again and again and again. She never seemed to tire of it, no matter how hard he took her, or how often.

She lay on her back on her bed, her legs spread wide, her knees bent. Now Shankar slowed his pace, drawing it out to heighten her pleasure and she whimpered, her body arching and twisting and writhing ecstatically beneath him. Her feet were drawn up high, her ankles locked behind his small, taut buttocks and she dug her fingers into the bulge of his biceps as he moved his cock with measured strokes in and out of her body.

He was bent over her on his hands and knees, the muscles in his deep chest cording and standing out with the strain. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down steadily between her splayed thighs. As his penis slid in and out of her cunt, her hips bucked rhythmically beneath him in a union of ecstasy.

Her cunt was sodden with lust-juice and his cock squelched audibly as it stroked in and out, the sound drowned only by the loudness of their love-cries. His cock was large, over eight inches long and correspondingly thick, rock-hard and burning hot. It throbbed powerfully in her spasming cunt. His balls were big and heavy and low. He smelled dank and sexy.

He took a deep breath, slid deep into her, swung his hips in a gentle circle, mashing her cunt-flesh and making her gasp in joy as his penis probed the deepest recesses of her cunt. Abruptly, he pulled up and hammered down hard into her, hitting a savage, driving rhythm, ramming and reaming furiously into her.

Shirlyn cried out loudly, her body jerking onto the small of her back with his punishing thrusts, her feet rising up his slippery back. Faster and faster he went, hammering in and out, ram-fucking her cunt, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his cock pistoning savagely into her.

"Yes yes Ohhhh yes Ohhh uhhh *hanh* uhhh uhh *hanh* uh Shankar *hanh* ... *chodh mujhe* ... *jorse chodh* ... fuck me hard UHHHH OHH uhhh ohhhh uhh OHHhh uhhh OH uhh Ohma uhh Ohma uhh Oh uhh OHH uhh OH uhhh OHmaOHmaOHmaOHmaUHHHHHOHHHHHH!"

"*Le *...* le rundi le *...* le mere lund ko* ... take my cock, whore ... take it! UNNGHHHHHHHH *hanh* uhhhhhhhh UHH OHHHhhhh UNHHHhh OHHHHhhhh unhhhhhh *Hanh*-*hanh-hanh-hanh *uhh aHHH uhh yeh ... take it ... take it, whore! Take it all!" he responded.

Her body was flushed, fiery with lust. Her breasts were swollen turgid, the nipples nut-hard as rivers of molten lust-heat rippled through her. She rolled her breasts hard under the heels of her palms and groaned, her slender, tall neck craned back, her mouth parted in a wide 'O' of unbridled blisson.

The effulgence of bliss on her lovely face was intensely erotic. He was her first lover and, as she often said, special for that reason, and because his fucking was so exceptionally good. As he gasped and groaned and cried out, he mouthed obscenities, calling her whore and bitch and cunt and the memory of that first fuck together spurred him. She cried out thinly, her body twisting and contorting in a paroxysm of delight beneath him as he reamed his cock deep into her.

She loved this kind of fucking, with him treating her as he might a gutter whore, calling her names, and she responded eagerly, bucking and heaving under him, crying out her ecstasy.

She was just in college when he first fucked her, and already she was a sexy woman in the bloom of youth. She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was narrow so that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute.

Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity. She had a dazzling laugh that sparkled in her eyes. She was vivacious and full of bounce and drew people to her naturally. She could have charmed the pants off the devil himself.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a gbang, without a trace of the body hair he so disliked in the women he fucked. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin.

Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.

He only really noticed her recently, and it was obvious that she fancied him and wanted him to notice her. She tormented and teased him, giving him fleeting glimpses of her bare, firm belly, her legs up to the thigh, her deep cleavage, the swell of her breasts.

Whatever she wore, a *sari* with a blouse, a dress, a *churidar* and *kurta*, the neck was always cut low, so close, so near, he could see the beginning of her cleavage, drawing his eyes down, down where the sexy gold chain around her neck disappeared. And those glasses she wore, with the black thread, the rims a delicate burgundy gold that made her eyes look richer and livelier and sexier, especially with the *kajal* augmenting their inner fire.

She wore T-shirts that clung to her curves and *kurtas* with low necks and open-necked blouses with just one button too many left open, *saris* slung provocatively with deep scoop-necked blouses from which her breasts swelled.

What he wanted, what he wanted was to pull the clothes off her, to squeeze her breasts, get her to open her legs, to shove his dick into her cunt, to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.

She exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to ignore. Her face, her body, her walk, her speech, her look - all seemed an open invitation for men - and him in particular - to take their pleasure with her body. But he hesitated. He was banging her elder sister, Sheila, and didn't know how she might respond to the knowledge that he was also humping the younger sibling.

But Shirlyn didn't let up. She teased him without respite, eyeing him openly, bending too low when he was in front of her so that her blouse or shirt dropped open and gave him an unimpeded view of her breasts. He was a randy twenty-three, good-looking, hard-bodied and thick cocked, with a fair amount of sexual experience, and his hunger got the better of him.

For Shirlyn, the waiting was torture, too. Now that she had Sheila's blessings, she knew she could have him whenever she wanted. But she took her elder and more experienced sister's advice seriously and played the game for all it was worth. The effects were visible: she saw the hot lust in Shankar's eyes, the way he raked her body, stripping her in his mind, fucking her, and she stifled the hot lust in her loins, but only just.

To have such a sexy man so close by was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to fling herself at him, feel his cock in her fingers, kiss it, lick it, suck it, have him thrust it into her cunt, her anus, squeeze it between her breasts, wanted to feel the sticky warmth of it on her face and in her mouth and cunt and ass.

She watched him constantly, drinking in the sexy beauty of his body, the thrilling rippling of his muscles as he went about his chores. She loved the sight of his dark, hard body, the cleaved chest, the small, hard nipples, the belly like a slab of rock, the bulging biceps. Her gaze lingering longingly on the bulge between his thighs and she often wondered what his cock would be like, and when she would give herself the chance to see it, suck it, have it thrust inside her.

He filled her thoughts, and she tried to fulfill her desire for him by masturbating even more. When she could, she watched her sister fucking the men in the house, including Shankar, and these times were the worst, for she wanted it to be her with them, taking their cocks in her mouth and cunt and between her breasts and in her anus, taking them all, one by one and even two or three together. Still she waited and the tension grew and grew.

When, passing in the corridor, their hands brushed, she thrilled with electric excitement. She tried to get as close to him as possible at every opportunity. She would wait till he was in a helpless position, his arms full of some heavy object, stranded in a narrow corridor. Then she would move forward, they would both hesitate, try and make room for each other to pass.

Finally, she would squeeze past him. When her breasts and thighs were against his sides or arms or buttocks, she pressed closer and waited for a fraction of a second more than was necessary, her body tingling with arousal, feeling the instantaneous hardening in his crotch, the throbbing of his cock against her flesh. She bit her lower lip prettily, denying herself the chance of thrusting her hands into his shorts.

The first time this happened, Shankar was too stunned to react. He knew she had pressed too close, and held herself there for too long for it to be a mere accident. He waited for her to do it again, but for several days, nothing happened although she had the chance. Then one day, she did it again quite unexpectedly, and, a few days later, yet again and he knew then that it was only a question of time. He throbbed with excitement. He knew she would be a fantastic piece of ass.

It happened sooner than he had hoped.

It was a hot summer afternoon. Shankar was alone at home. Shankar was about his chores, when he heard the door slam, and knew that Shirlyn was home. Her college started early now with exams round the corner, at half past seven in the morning, and she returned in the early afternoon.

He knew her routine well by now. She would go into her bedroom and fling her college bag on her desk. Then she's go into the bathroom, slamming the door, come out after a bit, go to the kitchen for a drink of water and lunch.

Shankar had his hands full when she came out of the toilet. He was standing in the corridor, packing a huge mound of linen into a cupboard on the wall. The shelves were high and he was on his toes, with his feet braced with against the opposite wall, his hands stretched up and across the narrow corridor to push the last of the sheets into the cupboard.

He had been working for some time, and it was hot. He was stripped down to his shorts and his body glistened with sweat.

She stepped out of her bedroom and into the narrow passage. He looked at her over his shoulder. She seemed to be breathing hard, her lips were parted, her nostrils flared. Her eyes caught him, and he saw the sudden intake of her breath, a glitter in her eyes. She smiled quickly, hesitated and moved forward. He was between her and the kitchen. She had to pass by him.

She hadn't changed out of her college tunic. It was a grey and white cotton ensemble, with a sash which she had taken off and six buttons down the front. She had opened three of the six. It was one of the old ones and was a shade too short and showed just a tad too much leg.

"Shall I go past?" she asked in a soft, sibilant and utterly sexy voice.

"Go," he replied, tilting his head toward the kitchen.

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She smiled and bent under his outstretched arms. As she ducked, her tunic lapels drooped and fell open and he bent his head and looked down into her garment and lovely cleavage. She had taken off her brassiere. She wore a gold necklace and he could see one entire breast and its nipple, and her belly below. He stifled a gasp.

She was in an equally exciting position. As she bent, her face was on level with his naked belly, his hard torso arched over her. The bulge between his thighs was tantalisingly close, scarce inches from her arm and hand. She looked at it sidelong and bit her lower lip in excitement. So near, so very near, and no one else around, and the waiting had gone on long enough. It had to be now.

She froze in place. So did he. He stared at her breasts, transfixed. She felt his eyes on them and grew aroused. He could see them swell, saw one nipple harden. His cock began to thicken and she sensed it, saw it, and her pulse raced. If she hadn't made her move, he would probably have flung himself at her and bangd her.

There was no need to. She was unable to contain herself. She stopped, turned and straightened between his outstretched arms. She was very close to him, her body almost touching his. Her
vision was filled with the sight of his sprawling, deep chest, his hard belly, shining with sweat. She thought it incredibly sexy. Her hands rose and slid slowly up his belly to his chest, and she
tilted her face up to his.

"Shankar," she murmured softly.

It was all that he needed to hear. He settled on his feet, dropped his arms and held her waist. His eyes locked with hers. Her lovely lips fluttered, parted, her breath was warm and sweet on his face.

Her perfect teeth shone. Her hands slid up over his chest to his shoulders. He bent his head toward hers.

The first touch was electrifying for both of them. His lips were warm and dry and firm, hers soft and moist, yielding. They met, parted, met again, parted, and met yet again, and there was no question of moving apart now. His tongue probed between her lips and she let it into her mouth, sucking on it.

He drew her close and her body pressed to his. He could feel the warm prickle of her cuntfuzz through her tunic and knew that she had taken off her panties as well. His hands slid up and cupped her breasts. She stiffened in his arms and he could feel her nipples judder taut.

*Oh god*, she thought to herself, her mind in a whirl. *It's happening at last*! Her hands tightened about his head, and their kiss deepened and now her tongue met his, communicating her hunger and eagerness. He squeezed her breasts gently, and marvelled at their size and weight and fullness and firmness.

Her thigh pressed between his legs and she could feel the weight of his erection.

No words were needed. Her hands flew to the remaining buttons of her tunic, pulling it open. He slid his hands into it and cupped her breasts. They were warm and lovely and turgid to his touch. He squeezed them yet again, fondling them, rolling the nipples in the hard heels of his palms. She shuddered and the kiss broke and she arched her head, her lips parting as she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. He pulled the tunic off her shoulders and it slid to the floor with a soft susurrus.

She was naked in his arms, and he thought he had never seen a lovelier woman. Her superb breasts sloped toward long nipples set in dark aureoles. Her belly was flat and firm, the waist nipped in like a wasp's, and her hips flared to form a perfect cushion for a man's thrusting loins, and then tapered to long, slender lovely legs. She wore her gold necklace, matching ear-rings, a small diamond finger-ring. On her, thus, in his arms, it was incredibly erotic.

He bent his head and when his tongue touched her nipple, she gasped, arching, twining her fingers in his thick hair.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.

Her body was irresistible. He squeezed the luscious mound in his hand and drew it into his mouth. She cried out, her body spasming with joy as she felt the electric warmth and heat of his mouth and tongue and teeth on her breasts. Flames of lust licked at her loins.

"Yes ... UHhhhh ... OHHHH!" she went.

He flicked her nipple under his tongue, scbangd it across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Shirlyn's head swam with delight. She had never imagined it would feel anything like this. He nibbled on it, rolled it between his teeth, sucked on it slowly at first and then with increasing pressure, and then slowly let it go. Shirlyn whimpered. He moved to the other breast.

"Shankar!" she gasped, her hands feverish on his head. "Ohhhhhh Shankar!"

Her voice, her tone, her fingers in his hair, all excited him beyond measure. He took her hand in his and slid it into the waistband of his shorts. He wore nothing beneath. Her fingertips brushed his pubic hair, touched the hilt of his shaft.

Her natural lust overcame all hesitation, and he groaned deep in his throat as her fingers gently encircled his cock, slid down to fondle his balls, slid up and down its length, exploring it with awe.

*My first cock!* she thought to herself. *I'm touching my first cock ... God, it's so big ... so hard ... so hot ... so thick ... how will it ever fit? I've got to see it ... I want to see it ... suck it ... taste it ... I want it ... oh god, I want it so much ...*

Her hands slid around to his buttocks and hips, jerking his shorts down and his heart leaped with excitement. *Fuck, the bint was better than he had hoped! This one was born for this ... meant for this!*

His shorts puddled to his feet and he rose from her breasts and she bent her head, looking down in awe and wonder at the penis in her hand. It was huge, eight inches long, two inches thick, springing erect and throbbing electrically in her hand from its forest of dark pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. She knew what she had to do. She had seen enough movies, watched her sister do it countless times.

She slid to her knees and he watched, his astonishment mounting. She was too good to be true, a dream come true. She moaned in excitement and deep lust, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, her lips parted as she held his cock before her face. She could smell it, sharp and tangy, utterly sexy. She closed her eyes and caressed her face with it, stroking her cheeks with it. She rose slightly and pressed it to her breasts, running it over her rigid nipples.

Instinctively, her fist curled over its shaft and she jerked it to and fro inexpertly. He grunted, flexing his buttocks and guided her hand, showing her how to do it to suit his pleasure. That aroused her further. *Oh god, it's wonderful, she thought, my first cock ...*

"Suck it!" he gasped. "C'mon, baby ... take my cock in your mouth ... and suck it hard, bitch! Do it!"

His words, the vernacular, the obscene language he used turned her on even more. Lavda, she thought. *I will say that to him ... and use words like *lund* and *chuth* and *chodh* ... he will like that ...*

He showed her how to flip back his foreskin. She gazed mesmerized as his bulging cock-head appeared. It was an enormous knob. A jewel of a drop of pre-cum gunk oozed from the slit in its head. Shirlyn stared at it, hyponotised.

With a soft moan, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, pointing it, and catching the bead of spoot delicately on the tip of it. She drew her tongue in and swallowed the jizz. His head bent, watching her, Shankar gasped in amazement. Shirlyn savored the musky-tangy taste of his seed. It was delicious and made her throb with excitement. Jerking his cock as he had showed her, she slid her tongue out again and wound it round his cock-head for more of his seed. Shankar gasped and his hands flew to her head, and he thrust his hips forward.

"Suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock! Suck hard!"

She obeyed, her body fiery with lust, and delicately slid her lips about his cock-head and part of his shaft. Her face distended with the size of it and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck on it.

Shankar gasped, his eyes hooding, throwing his head back. His hips bucked at her face. He began to move her head to and fro with his hands and she understood how it was to be done. It was wonderful in her mouth, hot and hard and throbbing and it grew slippery as it oozed and trickled more and more gunk. She swallowed it greedily.

His loins smelled musky and sexy, his cock-seed was heady. She sucked and jerked him with increasing confidence, her fingers becoming sticky with his gunk. She smeared it on her breasts and began to caress herself. His cock raked in between her lips and she let her teeth scbang delicately along the shaft, flicking her tongue at the cock-head the while, winding it round and round.

She cupped his balls, caressing them tenderly with her slender fingers. His hips pumped and he held her head and rocked it gently to and fro as he fucked her mouth. Shirlyn felt giddy with excitement. It was better than she had dared hope.

"Oh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck hard, slut! Suck! C'mon! Suck!" he gasped in joy.

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She thrilled at his words, and now, guided by instinct, she knew what to do. She stopped her cock-sucking for a minute to run her tongue down the underside of his cock to his balls. She roved her tongue over them and sucked on them gently, one by one, her head tilted up like a suckling calf.

He groaned, his hips writhing in joy, and pulled her head up again, thrusting his cock at her face once more. She sucked it hungrily again and already she was more adept. He groaned. Her mouth was a wonderful, warm, wet grotto and she was sucking him so well, using her tongue and her teeth.

He wondered if she should come in her mouth. He bent his head and watched her, deeply aroused by the sight of her head rolling this way and that as she sucked his cock, kneeling before him, fondling her breasts, her own body squirming with pleasure, one elegant hand curled about his cock, jerking it to and fro. He knew she would swallow his spoot, but she would be disappointed. She wanted the real thing, up her cunt and by god, he was going to give it her.

He pulled away from her; she let go with visible reluctance. He went down with her, easing her onto her back. They kissed again and he tasted his seed on her lips and tongue and it excited him. Her breasts were smeared with the stuff. He squeezed them in his hands.

She stroked his shoulders and back without shame or fear, fondling his face. Her legs were already splayed, the dark thatch inviting him. Her hands slid between his legs, stroking and jerking his penis. He squirmed, fighting for control. Her very touch was electrifying.

"Shirlyn," he whispered, slowly tonguing her ear, making her murmur in pleasure. "This is your first time, isn't it?"

She nodded and tongued his ear in turn. She learned fast. He nodded at her response. He knew what he had to do. He was going to give her the fuck of her dreams, blow her mind out.

He slid down, drawing his tongue down the lovely long column of her throat to her breasts. She arched her back in eager anticipation, thrusting her breasts up for his tongue. He grinned to himself at her enthusiasm and gently dragged his tongue slowly and heavily across one nipple, pinching and twirling the other in forefinger and thumb. Shirlyn gasped and her back cambered, her head arching back.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips spasming beneath him. "Oh ma UHhhh OHHhhhhh Shankar ... UHHhhhh OHH!"

Gently, he took the nipple between his teeth and began to nibble on it. She gasped and panted and moaned. Slowly, he drew the mound in and began to suck on it, scbanging her long, rigid nipple across his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. She gasped and clenched his head, pinning it to her breast.

"Yes ... yes ... Ohhhh ma Shankar uhhhh *hanh* uhh uhhhh OHH!" she went.

He sucked sharply, let go, sucked again, let go, bit the nipple, hit it several times with his tongue, sucked hard, let go suddenly. She whimpered. He drew his tongue into her lovely deep cleavage and up the swell of the other breast. He began to work it as he had the first. Shirlyn's head rolled from side to side.

His body was half across hers as he sucked and licked her breast. He slid his hand down her belly and she shivered as his fingers brushed her cunt fuzz. Her hips arched and her thighs split open. She clenched his head fiercely. Slowly, he slid his fingers down to her crack, splaying open her cunt-lips. They were sodden and parted readily. He rapped his fingers at her clitoris and she gasped, her hips bucking.

Her hand flew down to his and she tugged it to her cunt, fumbling for his finger.

"Shove it in!" she gasped. "Shove your finger in, Shankar!"

He arched his middle finger and slid it into her cunt. She gasped and her hips lurched heavily. Her cunt spasmed and contracted in excitement on his finger. He held it still inside her and then, abruptly, began to finger-fuck her rapidly with sharp, jabbing thrusts of his finger. She cried out, twisting and writhing beneath him, her hand gripping his wrist, her hips pumping. Instantly, he stopped.

She whimpered in frustration. Slowly, he slid a second finger into her, forcing her cunt wider open. She moaned huskily. He held his fingers still inside the sodden warmth of her cunt and then began to move them alternately inside her, tormenting her.

Shirlyn went wild. His mouth moved from breast to breast and his fingers clawed at her cunt-lips. He slid his fingers out and jammed his thick thumb into her and, at the same time, turned his wrist and opened his palm to hook his middle finger between her buttocks. She felt it at her anus and gasped, tensing. He pressed it deeper to the dank orifice. It spasmed wildly under the pressure. Her hips bucked and writhed feverishly.

"OHhhhhh!" she moaned. "UNHhhhh Ohhhhhh ... Yes ... OHhhhh uhhhh OHH UNHHHHhh Oh Shankar ... uhh ohma uhh *hanh* uhh *hanh*!"

Once again he began to ram-finger-fuck her and she responded with a gasp of joy, her hips bucking eagerly at his hand. He drove her up the crest once more, and yet again left her teetering on the brink.

She was half mad with lust when he drew his hand away from her cunt. She grappled with it, trying to force his fingers back in, but he tore away with a growl.

"Slowly, whore," he rasped. "I'll fuck you, don't worry. I'll fuck your brains out ... but slowly ... till you beg and beg and beg ... gonna show you how good it gets, bitch ... trust me, cunt, trust me ... I'll show you the stars!"

The guttural tone, the foul words he used, the way he called her whore, all sent a deep thrill through her. She whimpered and stretched her arms up and drew his face to hers in another hungry kiss. He caressed her breasts and her face, gently pulling away from her and she tasted her heady cunt-juice as she sucked his fingertips.

Smiling at her, he straddled her chest and placed his tumescent cock between her breasts. Instinctively, she squeezed them over his shaft. It felt wonderful on her chest, in her cleavage, hot and hard and throbbing with excitement. He fucked her breasts slowly, his hips grinding back and forth, her rigid nipples raking his shaft.

The cock-head prodded her chin and her head craned, her lips parting, seeking it again. He nodded, grinning from ear to ear and moved up over her face.

This time, he turned around and her face tilted back and her mouth was wide open. She lifted her hand and guided his cock to her mouth, taking it in and sucking on it hungrily. He groaned. Her tongue swirled over his cock-head. He flung his head back and, squeezing and fondling her swollen breasts, fucked her mouth again for a while, his hips gently gyrating, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.

Her thighs were forked and wide and her open cunt tempted him. He bent over her and she gasped deep in her throat as he dragged his tongue down her belly and over her pubic fuzz. Her mons quivered and lurched upward as she realised his intention, and her mind soared with joy. *He's going to lick my slit ... just like the guys in the magazines and movies! Just like they do to Sheila! He's going to tongue-fuck me!*

He thrust his head between her legs and prised her cunt-lips wide open with his fingers. Her cunt-flesh glistened with love juice, dewdrops of it winking on her pubic hair. It seemed to quiver and throb in eager anticipation. He drank in the sight of her moist, soft pink cunt-flesh and then, unable to resist it any more, thrust his tongue into it.

Shirlyn gasped, choked, sputtered, gasped again. Her hips lurched and bucked heavily at his face. He found her clitoris and began to suck on it, darting his tongue this way and that in her cunt.

She whimpered and moaned, writhing beneath him, her thighs trembling, her hips bucking and jerking. He tasted her juice and began to lap it tenderly. Her head swam and she sucked feverishly on his huge cock in her mouth, feeling it throb and trickle jizz down her throat. Her body was hot and flushed and she broke into a sweat. Fires leaped from her loins as he rolled his heavy tongue inside her.

He stopped in time, pushing her to the brink once again. She groaned, trembling and scrabbling for him as he moved away from her. She tried to push his head back to her thighs.

"Shankar," she moaned, "please ... lick me ... lick my cunt ... don't stop!"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Enough for now, whore ... not too much the first time. Now I'll fuck you, babe ... nice and hard!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shirlyn moaned in excitement. She had already sucked his cock, sixty-nined, had her cunt licked and now he was going to fuck her! At last, at long last, she was getting what she had craved so long!

He knelt between her spread thighs, holding them apart in his hands and drank in the loveliness of her naked body. There were flecks of his gunk on her breasts and in her cleavage where he had fucked her breasts. As he watched, she whimpered and scooped a driblet of jizz from her cheek and chin and licked her finger clean. Her hands were on her breasts, fondling them and then they slid down to his cock.

"Yes ... fuck me!" she muttered in a husky, sibilant, erotic tone. "Shankar ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He leaned over her on his knees and one forearm, guiding his cock to her hole with the other hand. She gasped as she felt the fierce heat of the cock-head at the portals of her cunt. In position, his buttocks high and unflexed, he paused on both forearms and knees and bent his head to kiss her. Her groin jerked unevenly beneath his and he felt her hands tug his cock downward.

"Ready?" he said.

She nodded eagerly. He flexed his buttocks and slowly inched his penis forward and down into her. She gasped and winced and her head jerked back and her mouth flew open in a soundless O as the breath hissed from her throat. Her cunt was hot and tight and it convulsed frantically on his invading penis. He shuddered and groaned, his own head snapping back. Flexing his buttocks, he drove in deeper still, grinding inexorably forward.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh uhhhh Ohhhh SHUNHHKUHHHHR UH OHMA UHH AHH UHH OHHH!" Shirlyn cried, her voice ringing in his ears.

His penis was wonderful, hot and thick and hard and, as it seared into her, rasping across her inflamed clitoris, Shirlyn moaned loudly, her body arching ecstatically beneath him. Deeper and deeper it went, and every inch of it was magnificent. It probed deep, filling her cunt till she thought it would rip her asunder, come out of her throat. She felt like one gigantic cunt from head to toe. It was incredible, better than she had ever dreamed it would be.

"OHHHHHHHHhh ... Shankar! Yes! Oh god yes!" she gasped.

He ground into her and held still, embedded to the hilt. She dug her fingers into his hard hips, her loins thrust up to his, her body bowed, pinning him to her. Her cunt spasmed frenetically on his penis.

"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped, overcome with delight.

Her cunt was magnificent, hot and wet and tight as a glove. His balls roiled with steaming spoot and his cock throbbed furiously. He fought for control, taking several deep breaths to steady himself.

He began to fuck her slowly, rising up on outstretched arms. His hips rose, his buttocks unflexing and his cock slid slowly out of her, making her gasp and whimper. He paused with just his cock-head inside her and then, crying out, his muscles quivering and cording with the tension, flexed his buttocks and sank his spear into her again.

She cried out sharply, the breath driven from her throat yet again and arched beneath him. Her head jerked violently to one side and she dug her fingers into his thick biceps. Her hips bucked unevenly under him.

"OH! Shankar ... UNHHHh ... OHHHHHHHH!" she moaned.

Again he slid out and in, and yet again, setting up a smooth tempo. She chunnered ecstatically, her body writhing and squirming, her hips bucking and lurching at first, then gradually finding the rhythm. Up and down his buttocks went, his cock in and out, in and out.

Now she moved in unison with him, each thrust sending her arching onto the small of her back and drawing a gasping moan of delight from her and a corresponding groan of pleasure from him.

He built up speed steadily, and soon his buttocks were bobbing rapidly up and down, up and down, his hips swinging smoothly to and fro between her splayed thighs. His cock pistoned faster and faster in and out of her, emerging and disappearing from her cunt, glistening with their comingled juices.

Her body jerked and snapped under his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing. Her cries grew sharper and shriller, short, piercing cries alternating with shuddering moans and rattling gasps.

"Ohh Ohhh Ohhh uhhh OHhh uhh OHhh uhh Ahhhh UNHhh oH Shankar-Shankar-Shankar Uhhhhh Ohhmauhh Ohma uhh Ohma oh uhh ohma uhh ohmaOHHHHHuhhhh OHHHH!" she called.

Faster and faster he went, relentlessly building up speed till he hit a furious ram-fucking rhythm. She thrashed wildly under him and soared uncontrollably toward her climax. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed helplessly on his penis and her head flipped from side to side in frenzied passion. She looked lovely, her face suffused with lust, her nostrils dilated, her eyes closed, her mouth open, calling to him and now her words were obscene and erotic. Her legs rose and wound taut about his hips.

"Yes ... OHHHhh yes yes yes ... Unhhhhhh ... OHHhhh ... OH OH OH OHHHH uhhhhh OHHHHHHHH yes *hanh* uhhhh Ahhhhh uhh *hanh* uhhhh uhhhhhh Shankar-Shankar-Shankar-Uh Ohhh ma uhhhh *hanh* uhh Shankar *hanh* uhh ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Shirlyn cried.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her voice rang in his ears and excited him even further. His balls ached for release. But he was far from done with her. He knew it was her first time and, if he wanted her to return for more, important that her satisfaction be intense.

Abruptly, he stopped, buried deep in her. Shirlyn gasped in shock. Her body, bouncing in unison with his till then, lurched and spasmed beneath his.

"Shankar!" she gasped. "Please ... don't stop! Not now! Please!"

He grinned, took a deep breath and instantly hit a rapid, ram-fucking stroke again. Shirlyn's mouth tore open in shock, her neck arched, her back bowed and twisted and her lips drew back in a rictus of lust.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly.

Again he stopped, this time at the top of his stroke. She went wild, her loins lurching beneath his, begging for it.

"Shankar ... Shankar ohhhh god Shankar ... please!" she whimpered.

Again he hit a furious rhythm. This time she was waiting for it and she twisted yet again, crying out and writhing, but with relief now. She moved with him, hard and fast, lurching and bucking heavily.

Their bodies streamed with sex-sweat now and his belly slapped against hers as he pumped and pistoned vigorously, moving rapidly in and out of her. He sensed her on the brink of her orgasm and he slowed gently, grinding his hips in slow, skewering, spiraling thrusts. Shirlyn moaned in ecstasy and squeezed her breasts hard.

"Mmmm ... yes ... Ohhhhh yes ... ohhhhh ... Shankar ... *hanh* uhhh ... Uhhh OHhhh ... *hanh* uhhhh ..." she murmured.

She was teetering on the brink of her climax when he stopped and reared onto his haunches. He opened her legs and held them high and kept spiral-fucking her slowly. She whimpered, her head spinning from shoulder to shoulder.

She came in a searing series of back-to-back orgasms of exquisite intensity as he stroked in and out of her, mashing her cunt-flesh and taking her from all angles. Her body arched and bowed and she gasped, groaning in pleasure as her body flooded with heat and her cunt cramped violently on his thrusting penis.

Instantly, he shifted position again and now he bent her legs back over her torso and, angling himself forward with his hands on the insides of her thighs, began to ram-fuck her furiously again.

Without warning, his hips swung like a trip-hammer at full speed, his cock pistoning in and out. Her head jerked back and her mouth tore open in a soundless scream. Her body snapped under his thrusts and she dug her fingers into his thick biceps in a frenzy.

Faster and faster he went and orgasm intensified as his penis plunged and pistoned into her convulsing cunt. Her breasts jerked and jiggled tossing back and forth and to and fro under his thrusts.

She came hard, the breath shooting out of her, stars exploding in her head and now he could hold back no more. He drilled into her again and again, thrusting in hard and deep and fast, prolonging her pleasure, going on and on till, finally, her orgasm ebbed.

Her body sank to the floor, shuddering and trembling, her chest heaving, her breath coming in huge, wracked sobs. He slowed his movements, but continued fucking her, with long, gentle strokes. Shirlyn moaned, and then, as the realisation dawned that he intended to fuck her again, her mind soared in exultation and joy.

Shankar smiled down at her and, bending his head, kissed her gently. His cock was still hard and throbbing in her cunt, sliding slowly in and out of her flesh.

"You're good, cunt, very good," he murmured. "But I want more. You understand, slut? I'm not done yet - gonna fuck you again. You ready for it?"

For an answer she gripped his head and pulled it down to hers, kissing him with a fierce hunger, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, lifting her crotch eagerly to his.

"Yes," she gasped. "I want it, Shankar ... fuck me again! Keep fucking me, Shankar ... fuck me hard ... fuck me like a whore!"

"That's the spirit!" Shankar chuckled. "I like that in the sluts I fuck. I like 'em hot and hungry!" He slid out of her body, making her gasp softly at the release in pressure, and roughly turned her on her front and jerked her buttocks up so that she was on her hands and knees. "C'mon ... on your front ... I'm gonna fuck you from behind, whore ... like a bitch ... like a fucking bitch!" he cried.

Shirlyn moaned softly, in deep lust, her body trembling and quivering with excitement. The shattering orgasm had, strangely, left her thirsting for more. She longed to feel the heat and hardness of his cock in her cunt. Shankar knelt behind her and pressed his cock-head to her buttocks.

She felt it at her anus and tensed, and he sensed her anxiety. He debated whether to do it, then decided that with a bint like this, he would have enough opportunity later, there was no rush.

"Another time," he chuckled softly. "Yeah, I'm gonna take me that nice tight ass of yours, too, bitch ... another time ... now take this!"

And, pressing his cock-head to her cunt-lips, gripping her buttocks, he slid his hips forward and sank his cock deep into her teenage cunt. It drove the breath from her throat in a loud gasp and her head snapped up, her long neck craned and her face contorted in a rictus of joy.

"OHHHHHHHHH uhh Ohma uhhhh OHHH Shankar uhhhh OHHHHH!" she cried as the fierce heat of his throbbing, rock-hard penis surged into her slit. "OHHH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHH Uh oh god yes!"

His crotch pressed to her buttocks and she felt his balls at her cunt-lips. He ran his hands up her slender, golden-skinned body and cupped her pendulous breasts, squeezing them, pinching her long, stiff nipples.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"C'mon baby ... take it ... tell me you like it, bitch ... talk dirty to me, whore ... c'mon ... take it!"

"Oh god oh god oh god," Shirlyn moaned. "Fuck me Shankar ... yes ... oh uhhh yes ... fuck my cunt ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard ... shove your cock up my slit, baby ... do it ... do it to me!"

"Yeh ... that's it, slut ... that's the way ... c'mon now ... take it!"

He began fucking her with long, deep, skewering thrusts, and Shirlyn whimpered and gasped, her mind spinning with lust and excitement and the knowledge that she was still being fucked, and fucked like a bitch, doggie-style, from behind, just like she had seen him do with her sister, like the others had done with her sister, like Kenny did with Susan, like all those movies.

His cock was hard and hot and thick and it filled her cunt, rasping over her inflamed clitoris, piercing deep into her flesh. The servant held her hips and jerked her back and forth under him, rocking his buttocks to and fro, driving his cock in and out of her wonderful cunt. It was tight and hot and felt incredibly good on his cunt.

Her lovely breasts jiggled with his thrusts as he fucked her faster and harder and deeper; her gold necklace jumped, slithering up the nape of her long neck, its front bouncing against her chin and off her breasts. The teenager whimpered and moaned softly, her body rippling with lust. Her back was superb, the spine a delicate hollow, her waist narrow, her hips flared.

"Oh yeh ... c'mon ... take it ... oh fuck yes ... take it, whore ... take my cock ... c'mon, bitch ... Shirlyn bitch-whore ... take it uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... *hanh* uhh *hanh* uhh *chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lund* *ko*!" he gasped.

"OHHH uhh Ohma uhh Ohma uhh ohma uhhh ahhh uhh oh yes oh god yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Fuck me!" she moaned deliriously.

He bent his head, rivetted by the sight of his swollen cock emerging and disappearing between the sweetly curved lobes of her buttocks, glistening with their juices. He bent over and squeezed her breasts and began to move faster and faster, his balls thumping against her buttocks, his cock skewering her deep.

She moaned her delight, turning her face over her shoulder, her mouth open, and Shankar leaned over and jammed his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue into her open, inviting mouth, his hands crushing her breasts. Faster and faster he went, hammering his thighs at her buttocks with loud slaps, each thrust drawing a choking, cracked, sobbing gasp of pleasure as his cock burst into her flesh again and again. She began to orgasm and he flung his head back, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his muscles tensing and cording, his belly sucked inward with strain as her tight, hot, wet cunt convulsed and spasmed frantically on his cock.

Her orgasm intensified and he cried out, his face twisting into a grimace of pleasure as he rammed greedily deep into her, reaming into her once, twice, three, four ... half a dozen times ... and then, with a shuddering groan, he sank deep into her, his buttocks quivering and twitching at her buttocks, and let himself go.

Shirlyn's eyes flew wide in shock and delight and she gasped, arching her hips higher to his, greedily sucking his cock in with her cunt, as she felt the searing shards of his spoot spume from his throbbing shaft into her sodden slit. For a second, Shankar was stabbed with anxiety that she might get pregnant - but it was too late. What he didn't know, but she did, was that Sheila had put her on a pill, not the usual kind, but one specially formulated by Hedon & Venery for teenagers, one that didn't bother body growth and development. She was safe, protected and she was overjoyed that he had lost control and let her feel the exquisite pleasure of hot jizz spurting into her flesh.

He released her and they sank trembling to the floor. Quickly, he slid out of her, making her gasp in surprise. He flipped her over on her back. His cock was dribbling spunk still and he shook it over her belly and breasts, scooting up to spatter her face. Her lips parted lasciviously and she took his penis in her mouth again, swallowing the trickling jizz. Shankar murmured in pleasure. He slid out of her mouth and got between her thighs, quickly squeezing his cock into her again.

Her cunt was ready and eager and he went in smoothly to the hilt. With his cock deep inside her, Shankar bent and kissed her gently. She moaned beneath him, her cunt still twitching and jerking. Her hands wound around his shoulders and she caressed his powerful slippery back gently.

He kissed her eyes and nose and then their lips met and he could taste his seed on her tongue and lips. Her breasts crushed against his hard chest.

He lifted his head, his eyes smiling and cupped her face in his hands. Her eyes fluttered open and he saw the joy glistening in them. She caressed his face, her face radiant, her eyes dancing.

"Shankar," she whispered.

He smiled and kissed her. "Good?"

She nodded. "Very good, Shankar. Was it good for you? Was I a good fuck for you?"

"Fantastic," he said with transparent honesty. "I want to fuck you again."

She nodded. "Yes. I want it, too. Will you? Now?"

He grinned. "You're one hell of whore!" he said delightedly. But he shook his head. "But not now. No time. The others will be here soon."

She wanted to tell him but decided it wasn't right. She turned her face away.

"Shirlyn," he murmured, kissing the nape of her neck. "Don't worry. I will fuck you, I promise. But not now. Tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes. Up, on the terrace. After dinner, meet me there. I'll wait for you, and I'll fuck you then. You will come?"

She nodded. She often went up to the terrace after dinner to be on her own. Everyone knew about it. She would spend an hour there enjoying the night, watching the stars dreamily as she spun out her fantasies. She invariably wound up masturbating there under a dark canopy.

His cock was still hard inside her and she writhed happily under him, stirring him yet again. He smiled at her eagerness.

"Later, whore, later," he growled. "Wait till tonight, then see how I fuck you, hard and deep and long! Like a whore!"

He slid out of her and she pouted, feigning disappointment. They laughed together and she felt delirious with joy. It had been mind-blowing and there was the promise of more, much more.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He flipped on his back beside her in the narrow, stuffy corridor and she turned around, leaning over him, her face over his, her hair over her shoulder caressing his cheek. She held his penis affectionately, jerking it gently and lowered her lips to his. Her breasts pressed to his chest and her nipples were still rigid and aroused. He cupped one breast and fondled it gently. She slid up and let it drop into his mouth like succulent fruit.

He relented and sucked tenderly on it, toying her nipple with his tongue. She murmured in pleasure. He let her go and she snaked her tongue down his body to his groin and kissed his cock. It was beautiful, rock-hard and stiff in her fingers and against her lips and tongue. She sucked the cock-head gently and caressed her face with the shaft.

She rose to her knees and smiled down at him. He sat up and they kissed, his hand between her breasts, hers on his cock. He leaned back and looked at her. He was overcome by her beauty and sexiness. He thought she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen and, like this, her body glistening in a sheen of sex-sweat, beads of sweat dotted her upper lip and strands of silken hair clung damp to the nape of her superb neck, she was bewitching. Her cunt twinkled with their juices and for a moment, he was tempted to fuck her again.

He forced himself away and they got to their feet and kissed yet again, their bodies grinding close, reluctant to part.

"Go," he said softly. "Go, whore ... go bathe ... the others will be here any minute. Gonna fuck you again tonight!"

Later that night, as he knelt behind her, fucking her on forearms and knees from behind, doggie style, Shankar marvelled at his fortune. She was an incredible piece of ass, quite the best he had ever had - eager, unafraid, sexy, beautiful - and quite insatiable. No matter what he did to her, she loved it and wanted more, and yet more. And she was his for the taking, whenever he chose.

She was waiting for him on the terrace when he finally got through his never ending part-time chores in different households. She led him silently to a secluded area in deep shadow between two huge concrete water storage tanks. Without further ado she slipped out of her clothes and virtually tore his off his body. Her hunger was naked and obvious and she went at him like a tigress, as if she wanted to devour all of him.

She knelt and sucked his cock, and already she was astonishingly good at it. When he pushed her away, she begged him to tongue-fuck her and there was no way he could refuse. She sat on his face, her head flung back, her face turned to the silver moon, moaning and gasping deliriously as he probed her cunt deep. When they were ready, she turned on her hands and knees and presented her delectable buttocks to him again, spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her from behind

They fucked for nearly an hour. She wanted to try every position and he was hard put to slow her down. She seemed to be unusually knowledgeable about them. He was awed by her skill and the intensity of her driving lust. She came as he fucked her on all fours and then she turned him on his back and mounted him, astride his hips, impaling herself on his cock. She had come half a dozen times already and this had to be the last - till the next day.

She sank lower, biting her lower lip, her face contorting in a rictus of lust, a soft gasp hissing from clenched teeth as he held her hips and jerked her down onto his penis.

"Ohhhhh Shankar ... yes ... OHHhhhh god yes yes OHhhh uhhh *hanh*!" she moaned, jerking on his penis.

Their bodies glistened with silver beads of sweat that sparkled off them as they rocked and swung together in mounting frenzy. Her breasts swung and bounced and she squeezed them in delight as he fingered her anus, making her writhe on his cock. When she exploded, he timed his own orgasm to perfection and, thudding up into her, spilled his seed yet again into her craven cunt.

In the days that followed, they fucked like randy honeymooners at every opportunity, and Shirlyn's lectual skills quickly grew. She had a natural aptitude for it and, with practice, she learned how to prolong her orgasm to achieve mind-blowing intensity, how to torment him with her lips and tongue and breasts and fingertips and cunt till he surrendered.

Shirlyn could think of little else. She longed for it and waited impatiently till they could be alone. Saturdays were the best, for they had the entire morning free - she had no college, and the rest of the family was out. But, equally, Sundays were miserable, crawling with maddening slowness to the night when at last they could meet on the terrace.

They took to fucking all over the house when they were alone: in her bed, on the floor, in the kitchen, on the dining table, in the bathroom and even in the open balcony, screened from the prying eyes of the inquisitive neighbours only by the creepers on the trellis. She loved that especially, the danger of being found out adding an erotic thrill to the sex.