Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nisha's cries rose in pitch and volume and she felt herself soar up to another orgasm. Salim felt it, felt the hot cramping of her cunt on his dick, felt the sharp sting of her juices and he slammed into her hard once, twice, three times, then pulled out and, jerking his cock, shot his wad.

Thick jets of cum splattered on her buttocks and the cleft between them, on her anus. She moaned softly. He, too, slid his cock back into her, making her moan. He bent over and tongued her ear.

"You're good, bitch," he admitted. "Damn good. Now let's see how do with both of us ... together ..."

They were all riding on a high of sex-pep dope. They could come repeatedly without tiring. After a few minutes, she got off the bed and knelt before them, taking their cocks in her hand, and then began sucking them. She opened her mouth wide and took both cock-heads into her mouth together.

The twins chuckled when they saw her playing with her breasts and fingering her cunt. Cum dribbled on her belly and thighs and now her lips and cheeks shone with their love-shot. The tang of their seed excited her. Moaning and gasping eagerly, she got back onto the bed.

She straddled Salim's hips, his cock in her hand and eased herself down onto it. He groaned and began to buck under her, tossing her on his lap. She gasped sharply, biting her lower lip, arching her head, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them together.

"Ohhhh yes ... yes ... yes ..." she gasped.

For a minute, Aslam waited, watching as she bent forward on her arms and rocked back and forth on his brother's swollen dick. He held her buttocks and moved her up and down, and Aslam could see her hair-rimmed crack sliding up and down the bloated penis. Her breasts swung and jiggled, her long *mangalsutra* swinging back and forth. Her breasts were gorged and swollen, the nipples nut-hard. Salim sucked on them sharply.

"OHHHh uhhh OHHHH uhh OHHH uhhOHHHHuhhhh OHHHH uhh!" she moaned.

Salim chuckled. "C'mon cunt ... take it ... take it cunt!"

Aslam got onto the bed and stood before her, his feet straddling his brother's broad, deep chest. He jerked her head up to his crotch and thrust his cock at her face. She took it in her mouth, sucking hard. He held her head and rocked it rapidly back and forth, his hips pumping at her head. She tossed and bucked on Salim's groin, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth and sharpened by the ramming cock in her cunt. Her cunt ran up and down Salim's shaft.

"Yeh ... suck it ... suck my cock, whore ... suck it!" Aslam growled.

The two men swapped positions. On all fours, she sucked Salim's dick while Aslam knelt behind her and slid his penis into her and fucked her with hard, ramming, thrusting plunging his big cock in and out of her cunt. On and on they went, taking her hard.

Aslam held her by her waist, rocking her body back and forth, jerking down hard onto his bursting penis. Salim clenched her hair, rocking her head back and forth at his crotch. Her *mangalsutra* and breasts swung and jiggled and both men squeezed and fondled her breasts together.

Both men were gasping and sweating, their heads flung back. He groped her breasts and squeezed them. She moaned, twisting to reach for Aslam's cock, wanting more of it inside her as his balls thumped against her buttocks, shoving her forward. He went faster and faster and Salim drove his cock deeper into her mouth.

She began to orgasm, her head swimming with joy.

"Hey Salim, the cunt's good, what say?" Aslam chuckled.

"Yeh. Hot stuff. Great piece of ass."

"Speaking of which ... wanna raid it?"

"Butt-fuck, yeah, sure! The man said we could."

"Okay. Your idea, you go first in her butt. I'll take her cunt."

The twins slid out of her cunt and mouth. Salim lay on his back and pulled her over his lap again. His cock ran into her cunt like a hot knife through butter. She gasped heavily. She knew what they wanted and she wanted it, too. Nisha enjoyed having her butt fucked, and it was best when combined with a cock in her cunt.

She murmured joyfully, rocking back and forth on his cock for a minute and then drew her knees up higher. He clenched her buttocks and prised them open, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus for his brother. Aslam chortled, masturbating, his cock slippery with precum gunk. He moved forward and knelt behind her and squeezed his cock-head between the globes of her buttocks.

She tensed as she felt the hard, thick cock-head at her anus. It spasmed once, and then she relaxed and yielded. Aslam flexed his buttocks and squeezed his cock-head into her asshole.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nisha's cries rose in pitch and volume and she felt herself soar up to another orgasm. Salim felt it, felt the hot cramping of her cunt on his dick, felt the sharp sting of her juices and he slammed into her hard once, twice, three times, then pulled out and, jerking his cock, shot his wad.

Thick jets of cum splattered on her buttocks and the cleft between them, on her anus. She moaned softly. He, too, slid his cock back into her, making her moan. He bent over and tongued her ear.

"You're good, bitch," he admitted. "Damn good. Now let's see how do with both of us ... together ..."

They were all riding on a high of sex-pep dope. They could come repeatedly without tiring. After a few minutes, she got off the bed and knelt before them, taking their cocks in her hand, and then began sucking them. She opened her mouth wide and took both cock-heads into her mouth together.

The twins chuckled when they saw her playing with her breasts and fingering her cunt. Cum dribbled on her belly and thighs and now her lips and cheeks shone with their love-shot. The tang of their seed excited her. Moaning and gasping eagerly, she got back onto the bed.

She straddled Salim's hips, his cock in her hand and eased herself down onto it. He groaned and began to buck under her, tossing her on his lap. She gasped sharply, biting her lower lip, arching her head, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them together.

"Ohhhh yes ... yes ... yes ..." she gasped.

For a minute, Aslam waited, watching as she bent forward on her arms and rocked back and forth on his brother's swollen dick. He held her buttocks and moved her up and down, and Aslam could see her hair-rimmed crack sliding up and down the bloated penis. Her breasts swung and jiggled, her long *mangalsutra* swinging back and forth. Her breasts were gorged and swollen, the nipples nut-hard. Salim sucked on them sharply.

"OHHHh uhhh OHHHH uhh OHHH uhhOHHHHuhhhh OHHHH uhh!" she moaned.

Salim chuckled. "C'mon cunt ... take it ... take it cunt!"

Aslam got onto the bed and stood before her, his feet straddling his brother's broad, deep chest. He jerked her head up to his crotch and thrust his cock at her face. She took it in her mouth, sucking hard. He held her head and rocked it rapidly back and forth, his hips pumping at her head. She tossed and bucked on Salim's groin, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth and sharpened by the ramming cock in her cunt. Her cunt ran up and down Salim's shaft.

"Yeh ... suck it ... suck my cock, whore ... suck it!" Aslam growled.

The two men swapped positions. On all fours, she sucked Salim's dick while Aslam knelt behind her and slid his penis into her and fucked her with hard, ramming, thrusting plunging his big cock in and out of her cunt. On and on they went, taking her hard.

Aslam held her by her waist, rocking her body back and forth, jerking down hard onto his bursting penis. Salim clenched her hair, rocking her head back and forth at his crotch. Her *mangalsutra* and breasts swung and jiggled and both men squeezed and fondled her breasts together.

Both men were gasping and sweating, their heads flung back. He groped her breasts and squeezed them. She moaned, twisting to reach for Aslam's cock, wanting more of it inside her as his balls thumped against her buttocks, shoving her forward. He went faster and faster and Salim drove his cock deeper into her mouth.

She began to orgasm, her head swimming with joy.

"Hey Salim, the cunt's good, what say?" Aslam chuckled.

"Yeh. Hot stuff. Great piece of ass."

"Speaking of which ... wanna raid it?"

"Butt-fuck, yeah, sure! The man said we could."

"Okay. Your idea, you go first in her butt. I'll take her cunt."

The twins slid out of her cunt and mouth. Salim lay on his back and pulled her over his lap again. His cock ran into her cunt like a hot knife through butter. She gasped heavily. She knew what they wanted and she wanted it, too. Nisha enjoyed having her butt fucked, and it was best when combined with a cock in her cunt.

She murmured joyfully, rocking back and forth on his cock for a minute and then drew her knees up higher. He clenched her buttocks and prised them open, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus for his brother. Aslam chortled, masturbating, his cock slippery with precum gunk. He moved forward and knelt behind her and squeezed his cock-head between the globes of her buttocks.

She tensed as she felt the hard, thick cock-head at her anus. It spasmed once, and then she relaxed and yielded. Aslam flexed his buttocks and squeezed his cock-head into her asshole.

Nisha's head snapped up and she cried out thinly, her mouth tearing open as Aslam's huge cock burst into her rear channel. Her body crackled with lust and heat, the pain and joy as one. Her cunt and ass burned with the fiery prods in them. They began to fuck her together, gasping and grunting loudly, her body sandwiched between theirs.

Aslam's cock rocked deeper into her ass and she cried out, her hips forced down under his thrust, her cunt impaled deeply on Salim's erect lance. They moved smoothly in tandem, their cocks running into her together, separated by the merest membrane of her flesh. Her face contorted in a rictus of intermingled pain and lust. Aslam squeezed her breasts and Salim sucked her nipples, making her cry out thinly.

"OHHHHHHHhhhh uhhhh OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Suddenly, they stopped and Aslam slid out of her, making her gasp in shock. Salim eased her off his tool and made her turn around, her back to him. Moaning loudly, she lowered her hips, impaling her taut sphincter and rectum on his lance. He gasped and arched under her, his cock thrusting into her rear channel.

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Nisha arched back on her elbows, her head jerking back, tendons popping in her neck, mouth snapping open in a cry of joy as it went in deeper.

"YES .... YES OHHHHHHHHHHH YES!" she cried.

They laughed and Salim rolled his hips under her, twisting his cock in her asshole. She cried out, twisting on his lap, her hands squeezing her breasts frantically. She reached down and clawed her cunt-lips wide open for Aslam.

"C'mon Aslam ... shove it in ... fuck my cunt!" she gasped.

She arched back, opening her legs wide, her knees bent. Beneath her, Salim spread his own thighs, levering her legs wider apart. Aslam got between them and bent over and kissed her, his cock-head at her cunt-lips.

"OHHHH ma ohh! uhhhhOHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as Aslam squeezed his penis into her.

Her body was angled between theirs, her hands on the bed behind her, her arms outstretched on either side of Salim beneath her. Salim reached up and squeezed her breasts, his fingers twining in her *mangalsutra*. She moaned as the hard beads of the necklace rasped across her nipples. Flames of lust rippled through her.

Her shoulders hunched, her body shook, streaming with sweat, and her head fell back at the overpowering pain and ecstasy of the two cocks filling her adjacent orifices. She turned her head and Salim kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

They began to fuck her slowly, their inflamed cocks going in and out of her cunt and ass. They hit a rhythm, both cocks going into her body simultaneously. Nisha felt they would tear her asunder, Aslam's cock reaming up into her cunt, Salim's skewering her anus. In and out they went and her body lurched and jerked and tossed and rose and fell between their pumping, gasping, sweating bodies.

"OhhhUHHOHHUHOHHUHHHAHHYESOHUHHOHHHH!" she cried deliriously.

Superbly coordinated, without missing a beat, they began to fuck her out of synch, Salim coming out of her ass as Aslam lifted her cunt up onto his cock. Then Aslam slid out of her cunt and forced her ass back onto Salim's dick. Aslam bent his head and sucked on her breasts. Salim crushed her swollen breasts under *mangalsutra*.

To their immense delight, she began to orgasm. They moved faster, their cocks thrusting in deeper and harder and she cried out and moaned in excitement as her cunt and ass convulsed on their cocks.

They let her come, and went on fucking her. She whimpered, gasping and moaning, her body on fire. Sweat streamed off her body, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead and upper lip, strands of hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. They paused for a moment, sliding out of her and laid her on her side on the bed and fucked her again, changing positions yet again. Salim lifted her leg high over his hip and jerked his cock hard into her cunt from the front. Now she wanted the other, too, and she clawed her buttocks open and Aslam grunted softly and squeezed his cock-head into her butt.

The two brothers fucked her rapidly now, jerking her body up and down between theirs, their rock hard cocks rasping deeply in and out of her cunt and ass. She moaned deliriously, giddy with lust, her body trembling and shaking.

It was glorious, wonderful sex. Steadily, they fucked her on and on until she burst through the clouds again. This time, both men came, Aslam rocking up into her ass, thudding in deep, his cock quivering and spitting a white-hot load of jizz. Seconds later, his brother rammed into her cunt and exploded, his sticky, warm gunk flooding her cunt and seeping over her thighs. They fell apart, gasping and panting.

"Jeez," Aslam said. "What a fuck!"

"Yeh," his brother gasped. "Never had one like her. Oh man."

Nisha lay between them, panting and gasping, her chest heaving. She moaned softly. Her body tingled and she could feel the warm stickiness of their seed in her cunt and ass, on her thighs and buttocks and breasts, on her face. She began to caress herself dreamily.

"You were wonderful," she murmured. "That was really lovely."

She stretched either hand and squeezed their cocks affectionately.

"Was I worth your money?" she giggled.

"Every damn penny," Aslam growled. "Every *naya paisa*."

"Don't you want more?"

The twins propped themselves up on their elbows and grinned at her. They squeezed her breasts.

"You want more?" Salim asked.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"How d'you want it?"

"One at a time now."

"Where?" said Aslam.

"Shall I tell you?"

"Yeah."

"I want to suck your cocks again. I want to eat your gunk. Both of you."

At the door, Anil grinned and watched as his wife sucked them off one by one, kneeling before them. Her head rocked back and forth between their thighs, their tools in her hands, her tongue and lips lasciviously on their cocks.

They fucked her mouths steadily and both came in her mouth, shooting thick loads of jizz down her throat, spattering her breasts and face with their seed.

At last they were done. They thanked her, kissing her gently and got dressed. Anil shook their hands and they thanked him. He handed them a small package.

"What's this?"

"A small token of our appreciation for your custom," Anil smiled. "A videotape."

"What of?"

"Of this afternoon."

Aslam and Salim looked at each other and laughed. This was a real pleasure. They thanked Anil again and left, chuckling happily.

"Okay, bitch, get cleaned up," Anil snapped at Nisha who still lay on the bed. "Your next client is here."

"How much has he paid?"

"Fifteen."

Nisha nodded. She went to the bathroom, showered and douched, and dressed in a fresh *sari*. When she returned to the bedroom, Anil had laid out fresh sheets and her next client was waiting for her already, a handsome young man with sharp features. Nisha smiled and walked across to him. She knew him well. He was a regular customer.

"Hello, Naresh," she said softly and, without another word knelt before him and unzipped his trousers and buried her face in his crotch, greedily swallowing his cock. She never tired of sex.







End of Part 4 DOUBLE UP

Next Part 5 MOLTEN FLESH

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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MOLTEN FLESH
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Anjali was tall and dark, with a rounded face and sensual features: her nose was straight and strong, and her lips were full and luscious. Her eyes were large and wide, heavily lined with *kajal*. She had long, springy black hair tied in a plait that hung to her curved buttocks or worn coiled in a bun high on the back of her head. Dusky-skinned, she had attractive birth-marks on her face and body.

Her breasts were large and heavy, superbly formed. She had a deep cleavage and long nipples in large, dark, velvet aureoles. The belly was firm and her hips flared around delectable buttocks to long shapely legs meant to curl about a man's pumping hips. Habitually, she wore a gold nose-stud, matching gold earrings, a lone bracelet on one wrist, several finger-rings, and a thick gold chain around her neck. Now, she wore nothing else.

She gasped, her mouth open in a large 'O', the breath hissing from her throat, hot on his face. Her body arched and bent in a taut bow, and her swollen breasts thrust upward. Her peon, the lad who worked for her, Vijay, slid his massive penis into her cunt, framed in its delta of soft dark fuzz. She moaned deliriously, clenching his bulging arms in delight.

She spread her legs wider apart, her knees forking to draw him in even deeper. He grunted at the tightness of her cunt. She was incredible in bed, this one.

Slowly, he squeezed his gargantuan cock-mass into her taut cunt and grunted at her tightness. He grinned at her reaction as she felt the heat and weight and hardness of his cock inside her and moaned her joy. Her hands went to her groin and she gripped his protruding shaft, circling it lovingly with her fingers.

"More ..." she gasped, "more, Vijay, more ... put it all in ... UHHH ohhhh uhhh OHHHHHh uhh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHuhhOHHHH!"

Smiling at her excitement, he skewered her cunt, thrusting his penis deeper into her till all eleven-and-a-half inches of it were firmly embedded in her cunt. He paused and bent his head and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Her body was hot under his, her breasts hard, her nipples rigid. He kissed her nipples, and she moaned as he flicked them with his tongue and scbangd his teeth across them. Her body rippled with lust. She clenched his massive shoulders. She loved his strong, hard body, the deeply cleaved, muscled, hairless chest on hers, the massive penis in her cunt. It throbbed hard and hot deep inside her flesh.

He began to fuck her unhurriedly, savouring the pleasures of her body. Lifting his buttocks, he slid his cock out of her. She gasped as it glided out of her cunt, inch by glorious inch. She feared he would withdraw completely, as he slid more and more of it out of her, but it was seemingly endless and her cunt still burned with his fiery mass. She moaned softly. Her body relaxed as the massive penis slipped from her cunt till only his enormous cock-head was between her cunt-lips.

Her clitoris and cunt throbbed with excitement. He paused and began to swing his hips slowly, gyrating in tight circles, caressing her clitoris and cunt with his cock-tip. He waited for her reaction. She gasped and arched under him, the breath hissing from her threat as the huge cock-head pressed at her throbbing clitoris.

"Put it in, Vijay ... quickly," she moaned predictably. "*Jaldi!*"

He thrust into her slowly, and she gasped, arching hard under him. Her back bowed taut as he inched inexorably into her spasming cunt. It enveloped his penis, squeezing and cramping hungrily on it. He went deeper and deeper into her, and her hips bucked and lurched under him. Her head rolled from side to side and her face contorted with lust. She moaned and cried out desperately as the huge shaft filled her cunt-flesh.

His penis was enormous, and touched the deepest crevices in her flesh. It seemed big enough to rip her limb from limb. It pierced higher, deeper into her belly. She felt as though it was at her chest and about to erupt from her throat. She clung to him, panting like rutting bitch, kissing and fondling his chest. She sucked his nipples sharply.

He took her first with a slow, measured tempo, his buttocks rising and falling almost casually over her heaving hips. His huge cock distended her cunt-lips wide open and rasped against her inflamed clitoris as it went in. It emerged glistening and shining with their commingled juices. Steadily, he built up speed, going faster and faster, knowing she could not control herself much longer.

He began stroking powerfully in and out, in and out, his butt rising and falling, his cock hammering back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately, his hips rolling to skewer her from all angles. She thrashed and heaved under him, crying out loudly. He flung his head back and gasped his joy at the relentless suction of her cunt on his cock. His balls slapped at her cunt-lips. She clenched his buttocks fiercely, dragging him deeper into her vortex.

Faster and faster he went, hammering and ramming his cock into her till she arched and cried out and shuddered as the dam burst, cascading over her in a tidal flood. Seconds later, he relented and drilled deep into her and came, releasing the awesome flood of his steaming jizz into her sodden slit.

Later, she sucked his cock hungrily, taking him deep in her mouth, mewing and panting and dizzy with the heady tang of his seed. He lay back, his hand on her head, rocking it up and down to suit his pleasure and pumped his hips at her face to fuck her mouth.

She knelt between his raised knees, her head low over his crotch and fondled herself, squeezing her pendulous breasts in an erotic frenzy. Her breasts felt hard and heavy and her nipples ached. She thrust a hand between her thighs and began to masturbate, arching a finger into her cunt.

His cock filled her mouth and her face bloated with its immensity. She loved sucking his penis and wanted him to come in her mouth. The prospect excited her and she sucked his cock harder and faster, her fist jerking his cock, her head bucking rapidly up and down over his thighs. His cock was slippery with gunk.

Beads of spunk spurted from the slit in the cock-head and she swallowed them hungrily and suddenly thought of the time they had first fucked, scarcely a week ago.

Vijay was tempted by Anjali's body. This woman was meant to be fucked, and fucked repeatedly. Warm and fleshy, her body cried out for a man's attention. He liked the way her breasts jiggled when she walked, the way her hips swayed and her buttocks moved. She preferred slightly transparent *kurtas* that were cut close and clung to every curved contour.

She was alone at her office, working on a difficult presentation for a particularly obdurate client. It was work she couldn't farm out, had to do herself, and it was taking much longer than she expected. Finally, the work was done. Now she could relax. She rang the bell and Vijay came in. She asked for tea.

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He nodded and ducked out. As he left, her eyes lingered hungrily on his body. He was good-looking, tall and lean. He had a handsome, aquiline face, with a fine straight nose and a slender mouth. His face was clean-shaven and square-jawed, and his eyes were dark and deep. His hair was thick and black, and his body was lean and tough, without an ounce of surplus fat. His torso tapered in a sharp 'V', and his chest was hairless, his hips high and small, the waist narrow, his belly flat and hard.

Anjali waited for the tea, feeling steadily hornier, already fantasizing about the peon. He returned a few minutes later and set the cup down beside her. He withdrew again. Anjali finished her tea and decided to get laid. She unbuttoned her *kurta*, loosened the drawcord of her *salvar* and rang for him again. He answered at once and, taking one look at her, understood instantly what she wanted. A slow smile creased his handsome face.

Vijay sauntered across the room, leering at her, unbuttoning his open shirt. He stood in front of her with it fully open and hanging outside his jeans. She leaned back against the desk and her eyes slid over his tanned torso, taking in the cleaved, strong chest and hard belly. He chortled and flicked open the clasp of his jeans. He left his jeans zipped up.

Without a word, his eyes dancing, he pulled her *kurta* open over her naked breasts. He cupped them in his hands and she tensed and her nipples hardened immediately at his touch. Her breasts swelled and grew hot in his hands. He squeezed and fondled them gently and bent his head to her chest, tugging at one thick nipple with his teeth. He sucked on it, the breast squeezed in his hand.

He moved to the other breast. Anjali's face softened with lust, her nostrils flared, her lips parted, her eyes grew glassy and glittered with excitement, her breath came sharp. He was very adroit, his lips and warm tongue and sharp teeth doing wonderful things to her aching nipples and breasts.

Vijay bent lower, tugging open the draw-cord of her *salvar*, letting it rustle to her feet. She was naked underneath and he saw dewdrops of cunt-juice on her soft, curly black pubic fuzz. Anjali kicked off her *salvar* and eased herself onto the conference table and spread her legs apart, half reclining on her elbows behind her. As her legs parted, her cunt-lips unfurled, revealing the moist flesh of her cunt. She waited with bated breath.

Delicately, he parted her fleshy cunt-lips wider with strong fingers and found her clitoris already hard and engorged. He pressed his knuckle to it and her hips lurched and she gasped softly. He grinned and bent his head and slid his tongue into her cunt. Anjali hissed with pleasure and bent her head to watch him tongue-fuck her cunt.

His tongue was pure magic, electric and sharp in her cunt, flickering rapidly in and out, round and round, up and down and back and forth and from side to side in her slit. Anjali moaned, her body crackling with lustfire. She flung her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy, moaning loudly. Leaning on her elbows, she squeezed her breasts, tugging hard at her rigid nipples.

"Mmm, yes ... ohhhhh yes yes yes ... Ohhhh yes ..." she went. "Yes! Ohhh yes Vijay! That's good! Lick my slit, lover! Fuck me with your tongue!" She spoke in the vernacular, her words doubly erotic, twice as arousing. "*Chaatmujhe*, Vijay! *Chaat mere chuthko*!"

His head rolled and moved between her juddering thighs. He used his tongue and teeth and lips relentlessly to audible effect. Her cunt streamed with love-juice and he lapped it hungrily, savouring its heady aroma. He flicked her clitoris with his finger and she moaned, her hips gyrating and lurching, her body jerking on the table. He stopped and rose and bent over and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her.

His hand went down to her crotch and she held his wrist as he forced three fingers into her cunt and began to masturbate her. She groaned, her hips heaving and jerking. He bent his head and sucked hard on her breasts, tugging at the rigid nipples with his teeth. She gasped loudly.

Vijay stepped back and she slid to her knees immediately, reaching up to unzip his jeans. His jeans caught about his knees. His cock was good, too, satisfying long and thick and dark. It was still limp. She took it in her hand and lifted it, expertly flipping the foreskin back to expose the bright cock-head. Holding his shaft in her hand, she slid her tongue out and curled it lovingly about his cock- head.

He grunted, his head bent, his handsome face creased in a delighted grin. He put a hand on her head and pulled it to his crotch. She parted her lips and slid them down around his cock-head, sucking and licking it slowly, almost drunkenly. His cock swelled rapidly, rising to a glorious length and thickness, throbbing hot and turgid in her mouth.

Her mouth was a wonderful grotto of pleasure, warm and moist, sucking insistently. Her head moved slowly back and forth, her cheeks hollowing and billowing, her face distended. She sucked him harder, her fist curled about his shaft, jerking it steadily. Soon, her lips and fist and his shaft glistened with his precum gunk.

The handsome young peon began to fuck her mouth, holding her head and moving it back and forth faster and faster, pumping his hips at her mouth. His cock glistened as it slid in and out between her lips.

"Yeh ... c'mon, whore ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... suck me! *Choos*! *Jorsechoosmerelundko*, *rahnd*! Yeh ... that's it ... suck harder, bitch!" he gasped thickly.

His balls ached with tension. He wanted to fuck her now. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around with her back to him. She leaned over the conference table and shuffled her legs wide, her buttocks thrust up.

He pressed his cock to her buttocks, squeezing it in the cleft between them and leaned over her and tongued her ear. She turned her face to his and he kissed her sexily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her buttocks squirmed against throbbing cock. Her breasts swung heavily and he squeezed them.

"Want it up your ass, slut?" he sniggered. "*Gaandmarun*?"

"Later, if you like," she murmured. "Now fuck my cunt ... c'mon! Do it! *Chodhmujhe*! *Jorsechodh*!"

Vijay laughed as he squeezed his cock between her buttocks to her cunt. Anjali reached down to claw them open for him. His cock-head burned at her cunt. She whimpered softly, eagerly. He chuckled and flexed his buttocks and slowly slid his hips forward, squeezing his cock into her taut cunt.

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Anjali moaned as his penis seared deeper and deeper into her belly. Her cunt convulsed on his penis and Vijay gasped softly. Her cunt was like a furnace, hot and wet, and tight as a vice. Her buttocks rolled under him, trying to take in more of his cock. He laughed and pulling her buttocks wide open, slammed his hips forward, thrusting his cock deep into her.

Anjali cried out thinly, her head snapping back, her mouth tearing open as the huge cock surged into her convulsing cunt. Deep inside her, he held still and slid his hands up her back and around her body to squeeze her breasts. She whimpered, leaning forward on her forearms, her shoulders hunched, her head bowed. His cock felt wonderful inside her, hot and hard and she swung her hips slowly, churning her cunt with his pestle.

He fucked her with slow, skewering thrusts of his hips, jerking his buttocks back and forth steadily and unhurriedly. Anjali moaned and whimpered, her head bowed, her eyes closed, her body hot and trembling.

"Ohhhhhh uhh oh ma Vijay uhhhhh ohhh uhhh Ohhhhh!" she gasped. "*Hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... *hanh* ... yes ... yes ... Ohhh god yes ..."

"Yes! C'mon! *Chul* ... c'mon now bitch ... *abchul*, *rundi* ... take my cock! *Lemerelundko*! Take it all! *Pooralele*!" he grunted obscenely.

His words excited her.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she gasped. "*Chodhmujhe*! *Jorsechodh*!"

Vijay grinned. He began to move faster, holding her hips and jerking her back and forth on his cock. He swung his hips, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his belly rippling with the strain. His cock appeared and disappeared between the fleshy lobes of her buttocks. It glistened and gleamed, pistoning in and out. His balls slapped at her buttocks.

"C'mon ... come on ... c'mon, bitch ... take it ... *chul* ... *chul*, *rahndchul* ... *le*! *Lemerelavdeko* ... take my cock uhh *hanh* uhh yes oh fuck yes!" he grunted loudly.

Her cunt convulsed frantically on his plunging penis. He swung his
hips back and forth like a trip-hammer, moving faster and faster,
and then broke the rhythm, alternating between a smooth, long,
piercing strokes to a series of violent, ramming thrusts.

"Ohhhhh Vijay yes ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhhhh *hanh* uhhhhh *hanh* uhhhhhh Ohhhmaohmaohmaohmaohhhh!" she gasped. "*Hanh* ... YES! Fuck me! *Chodho mujhe* ... Fuck me hard! *Jor se chodho* ... Harder! *Aur jorse* ... Ohhhhmauhhhhh AHHhhhh uhhhHH AHHHHH uh AH uh AH AH AH uhh OHuh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHH!" Anjali cried out, her body jerking beneath him.

Her swollen breasts jiggled and swung and he crushed them in his hands, squeezing hard, twirling her rigid nipples in his fingers. His cock was incredible, hot and hard, throbbing in her cunt. It glistened and shone as it appeared and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks.

Her cunt-lips were rivened wide and her clitoris throbbed, stroked by the incessant in-out-in-out-in-out rasping of his rough-skinned, thick-veined penis. Suddenly, without warning, he swung his hips in a savage roll and she gasped in shock and surprise, her face twisting in a grimace of lust.

"Yeh uh oh fuck yes oh fuck yes uhh oh fuck uhh *hanh* uhh yes c'mon slut, c'mon ... *chul*, *rundi*, *chul* ... *lele*! Take it!" he grunted.

Anjali trembled and throbbed with an animal lust. She was teetering on the brink of a wild orgasm when Vijay slid out of her and flipped her onto her back on the table with her hips at its edge. She spread her thighs and he pulled them wide and high with his hands and pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.

She held it and guided it to her cunt, moaning and keening like a bitch. He grinned at her and, taking a deep breath, slammed his hips forward, thrusting his cock deep into her again. Her back cambered and she cried out as his huge penis seared into her cunt.

"OHHHHHHH VIJ-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY!" she cried.

He chuckled at her response and, burying himself deep in her cunt, held still, her thighs in his hands spread wide and high. She lay like a submissive slut beneath him, a lowly peon, and he knew she wanted nothing more than his body. It made him feel good.

"Want it, whore?" he rasped, tormenting her. "*Chahiye kya, rundi*?"

She nodded, panting and gasping, her hands on her breasts, her head turned aside.

"Say it, bitch! Lemme hear ya! *Bol*, *kutti*!"

"Yes ... I want it ... I want your cock, Vijay," she gasped. "*Hanh* Vijay ... *mujhe chahiye* ... *mujhe tera lund chahiye*
..."

"Where?"

"In ... in my cunt ..."

"How d'ya wanna be fucked, slut? Tell me! Lemme hear ya!"

"Fuck me hard, Vijay! Fuck me hard!"

"That's good, bitch!" he crowed exultantly. "*Yeh hui na baat*!" he laughed. "Come on ... now I'm gonna fuck your brains out, bitch ... * Ab jorse chodhunga tujhe!Rundiki tarah*!"

Chortling, he slid his hips back, pulled his cock almost entirely out of her. She gasped at the release of pressure. With a loud, animal call, gritting his teeth, he slammed his hips forward again, ramming his cock deep into her.

Anjali's mouth tore open in a loud cry, her neck arched, her face screwed up, her back bowed steeply and the breath whooshed from her as his cock tore into her flesh. He laughed and began to ram-fuck her cunt. Moving rapidly with long, deep thrusts, he flung his head back and gasped. His hips pounding back and forth, and he plunged his huge cock in and out of her cunt. It reamed into her flesh, distending her cunt-lips wide open, rasping against her clitoris.

Her thighs trembled and shook in his strong hands. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, and her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts. She squeezed her breasts in an erotic frenzy, her head rolling from side to side.

He fucked her savagely. Her body flamed with desire. His heavenly cock pistoned and pumped rapidly in and out of her cunt with a loud rasp. The thick-veined, blood-gorged penis pulsated ominously in her helplessly convulsing cunt. He leaned forward, bending her thighs back on her chest, his hands on the insides of her thighs and began to hammer her cunt with his cock, ramming his cock furiously in and out, in and out, in and out, his hips swinging like a trip hammer at full blast. Her cunt spasmed on his cock and his head snapped back and he growled his satisfaction.

She exploded, mewing and panting and calling out. The peon chortled in glee and moved even faster, ramming his cock deeper into her. Anjali cried out in agonised delight as his cock plunged into her incessantly. At last, he drilled into her with a long, slow, spiraling thrust and buried his cock deep in her. His hips twitched at her cunt-lips. She squeezed her breasts, one hand on her belly, her fingers spreading her cunt-lips open.

"Yes ... yes," she moaned. "Come inside me ... I want your cum in my cunt!"

"No!" he cried. "*I* wanna cum in your butt! I wanna fuck your ass! *Ab* m*ujheterigaandmarnihai*!"

Anjali moaned as he slid smoothly out of her. She enjoyed being sodomised; it was a joy utterly intense, deeply satisfying. She slid off the table and presented her buttocks to him again, opening her legs wide. Vijay squeezed his cock between her buttocks and she tensed as she felt his cock-head at her anus.

He squeezed her breasts and she yielded slowly. He flexed his buttocks and his cock-head popped into her anus. Her head jerked up and her face twisted in pain and lust as the hot penis began tunneling into her rear channel. The peon gasped at the clonic convulsions of her asshole on his throbbing penis. He flung his head back, flexed his buttocks and impaled her anus on his cock. Beneath him, his mistress gasped and cried out, her body shuddering and writhing on her teakwood desk.

"Oh god yes ... fuck me, Vijay ... fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Oh god yes! *Merigaandmaar*, Vijay ... *jorsemaar*!"

The peon laughed in delight. Her words were music to his ears. He slid his hands up her body and crushed her pendulous, hot breasts, making her gasp and swung his hips gently, exploring her asshole with his cock. It promised to be a long, hot afternoon and he was in no hurry.

The memory stirred Anjali. She looked up without pausing in her sucking of Vijay's bloated cock. He lay back, eyes closed, murmuring in pleasure, his hands moving her head up and down, his hips pumping at her face.

She stopped for a minute and squeezed her breasts in a tight sheath around his cock. He groaned and she bent her head and took the cock-head that emerged from her breast-sheath between her lips. Her rigid nipples raked his shaft.

The sensation was overpowering. His cock throbbed between her lips and breasts. She sensed the imminence of his orgasm and swiftly took his cock in her mouth. He moaned and yielded, gasping as the spoot-heat roiled up from his balls. His jizz spewed thick and hot into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily, her head swimming with its musky odour. Jerking his cock, she let jizz spatter on her face and breasts.

Whimpering her gratitude, she took it in her mouth again. It was still rock-hard. She knew that he could come again. He had the staying power of a Brahma bull. His spoot load was prodigious. Moaning softly, she straddled his hips, his cock in her hand and swiftly engulfed his rigid cock in her cunt.

"Mmmm ... I love your cock in my cunt," she murmured, squirming on his lap.

He smiled up at her and cupped her cum-sticky breasts, fondling them in his hands. She bent over him and he sucked them, licking his seed off her nipples. She kissed him and he could taste his gunk on her lips and tongue, too. She rocked over him on all fours, moving slowly and unhurriedly, raising her hips up high along the length of his shaft, then squeezing them down deeply again. He held her buttocks and moved her on his lap.




They fucked for another hour, changing positions frequently. They finished at last with her on her front, her knees bent and buttocks thrust up. Vijay straddled her hips in a low squat, his fingers splaying open the lobes of her buttocks, his cock thrusting rapidly in and out of her cunt.*




She gasped her joy, her face turned on its side, her hands rucking the sheets as his cock plunged deep into her cunt. She orgasmed yet again, her head spinning and then she moaned ecstatically as he ground deep into her and came, shooting hot loads of jizz into her cunt.





End of the story Part 5 Molten Flesh

Next Part 6 The Girl Next Door

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
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To all appearances, Kiran was a little more than the girl next door. Demure and little more than pleasant, she seldom attracted a second glance. She was dusky, not very tall, with silky, dark hair cut short and bound in a high pony tail by an ordinary rubber band. She was dressed sedately in a *salvar-kurta* ensemble, with a light chiffon *dupatta* spread over her torso and knotted behind her back.

She wore no makeup or jewellery, except a thin black thread with an amulet around her neck.
She sprawled beneath him, panting and sweating from her sexual exertions, naked but for the *dupatta*. Her lover wondered how many people could even have guessed her to be such a performer in bed.

He knew that she had her own management consultancy. He had never imagined that she would be a surprisingly proficient lover as well. He could scarcely believe his luck. He, a common servant, was bedding a regular *memsahib*, fucking her like a whore.

He did several part-time jobs in the block of apartments where she lived. Earlier that night, he was down in the car-park, smoking a cigarette, his chores done. He looked up idly and his eyes slid past the windows of her house and then, in a classic double-take, snapped back. She stood at her window, looking at him.

Even at that distance, there was no mistaking the fact that she was watching him. As he watched, she slid her hands under her *dupatta* and brazenly lifted her breasts. He dropped his smouldering cigarette in shock. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts and squeezed them in flagrant invitation. Watching him, she spread her feet apart and pumped her hips in an unmistakably obscene manner. Nodding slightly, she beckoned to him and stepped back into the shadows.

His heart thumping with excitement, the servant raced up the stairs to her second floor apartment. At her door, he stopped and took a deep breath. His pulse throbbed. Gently, he tried the door. It swung open. He stepped in and shut it quietly. He knew she lived alone.

Kiran was waiting in the living room. Except her transparent chiffon *dupatta*, she was naked. He stared at her. Her breasts were covered by the filmy material, but her belly and crotch were exposed to his gaze. Her eyes glittered with excitement. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts, lifting them in her hands.

"Fuck me," she said softly in Hindi, her voice filled with lust. "Fuck me hard. *Chodhmujhe*. *Jorsechodh*."

No introductions were asked for, none were needed. This was the best kind of sex, uncomplicated by any bond, an unabashed quest for physical gratification. They kissed hungrily, and her tongue was quick and eager in his mouth and her body was hot against his. She undressed him quickly and her cunt ground against his crotch and her breasts pressed warm on his chest. She slid a hand down to his groin and fondled his swelling penis.

He groaned softly. She bent her head and sucked on his nipples, her fingers coiled around the long serpent of his penis. She fisted him slowly, feeling him harden in her hands, and slid to her knees before him. Flipping back his foreskin, she swirled her long tongue expertly over his cock-head. Her breath was warm on his tool-tip, and then her mouth enveloped his cock in its moist warmth. She began to suck hard on his penis, her head moving rapidly back and forth.

He groaned and arched his head and wondered how often she had done this and with whom. He fucked her mouth slowly, pumping his hips at her face, moving her head back and forth. His cock and her lips and cheeks grew shiny and sticky with his pre-cum gunk. He bent and fondled her breasts and found them swollen turgid, the rigid nipples quivering under his thumbs.

His cock throbbed and pulsed ominously in her mouth. His cock was satisfyingly large, at least ten inches long and correspondingly thick. It was a long time since she'd had a cock as big. Its musky taste and the heady odour of his cum excited her. She was desperate for a fuck. She would offer him her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her breasts, any orifice he chose.

One hand on her head, he rocked her face rapidly back and forth, grunting in delight. He bent his head to watch his cock glistening in and out of her mouth. His hips pumped and his belly sucked in with tension. Her face distended with his throbbing erection and she sucked harder, jerking his shaft with firm fingers.

"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my cock ... oh fuck yes ... that's it, that's good ... c'mon ... suck my meat, whore ... oh fucking hell yes! *Choosrundi* ... *jorsechoosmerelavdeko*!"

The spoot-heat roiled in his balls and he pushed her head away. Immediately, she turned around on her hands and knees on the floor like a bitch in heat and thrust her buttocks up at him. She spread her thighs and leaned forward on her forearms and reached down to spread her cunt-lips open. He could see the dewy beads of cunt-juice on her pubic fuzz. Her puckered anus enticed him and he debated whether to fuck her butt.

"C'mon lover ... fuck me...fuck me hard," she grunted.

He decided to fuck her cunt first. He dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his cock into the cleft between her buttocks. She felt his cock-head at her anus and promptly bent forward and clawed her buttocks open for him. He laughed softly.

"Later, whore," he said. "I'll fuck your ass later. *Baadmeinterigaandmartahoon*."

She nodded and spread her cunt-lips for him again. Slowly, he squeezed his cock-head into her. Kiran gasped as his penis seared into her flesh. The servant groaned and flexed his buttocks, thrusting deep into her. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that cramped and convulsed on his penis. His head arched in pleasure.

Gritting his teeth, he swung his hips forward and thrust deep into her. Kiran cried out loudly as the swollen penis pierced her belly. Her breasts were hot and swollen and they jerked and jiggled as he rocked into her.

"C'mon slut ... take it!" the man gasped.

The obscenity aroused her. Moaning deliriously, she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. Her cunt ran up and down the length of his shaft, impaling itself on his cock repeatedly. The servant took several deep breaths to regain control. He waited patiently on his knees behind her and caressed her back.

He watched her cunt slide up and down his rigid penis and the sight aroused him. He prised her buttocks open and pressed his finger to her anus. She moaned and her sphincter yielded and he inveigled a thick finger into her ass. He slid his other hand under her belly and flicked her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped and whimpered, her back bowing and arching, her body jerking and rocking under him.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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MOLTEN FLESH
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Anjali was tall and dark, with a rounded face and sensual features: her nose was straight and strong, and her lips were full and luscious. Her eyes were large and wide, heavily lined with *kajal*. She had long, springy black hair tied in a plait that hung to her curved buttocks or worn coiled in a bun high on the back of her head. Dusky-skinned, she had attractive birth-marks on her face and body.

Her breasts were large and heavy, superbly formed. She had a deep cleavage and long nipples in large, dark, velvet aureoles. The belly was firm and her hips flared around delectable buttocks to long shapely legs meant to curl about a man's pumping hips. Habitually, she wore a gold nose-stud, matching gold earrings, a lone bracelet on one wrist, several finger-rings, and a thick gold chain around her neck. Now, she wore nothing else.

She gasped, her mouth open in a large 'O', the breath hissing from her throat, hot on his face. Her body arched and bent in a taut bow, and her swollen breasts thrust upward. Her peon, the lad who worked for her, Vijay, slid his massive penis into her cunt, framed in its delta of soft dark fuzz. She moaned deliriously, clenching his bulging arms in delight.

She spread her legs wider apart, her knees forking to draw him in even deeper. He grunted at the tightness of her cunt. She was incredible in bed, this one.

Slowly, he squeezed his gargantuan cock-mass into her taut cunt and grunted at her tightness. He grinned at her reaction as she felt the heat and weight and hardness of his cock inside her and moaned her joy. Her hands went to her groin and she gripped his protruding shaft, circling it lovingly with her fingers.

"More ..." she gasped, "more, Vijay, more ... put it all in ... UHHH ohhhh uhhh OHHHHHh uhh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHuhhOHHHH!"

Smiling at her excitement, he skewered her cunt, thrusting his penis deeper into her till all eleven-and-a-half inches of it were firmly embedded in her cunt. He paused and bent his head and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Her body was hot under his, her breasts hard, her nipples rigid. He kissed her nipples, and she moaned as he flicked them with his tongue and scbangd his teeth across them. Her body rippled with lust. She clenched his massive shoulders. She loved his strong, hard body, the deeply cleaved, muscled, hairless chest on hers, the massive penis in her cunt. It throbbed hard and hot deep inside her flesh.

He began to fuck her unhurriedly, savouring the pleasures of her body. Lifting his buttocks, he slid his cock out of her. She gasped as it glided out of her cunt, inch by glorious inch. She feared he would withdraw completely, as he slid more and more of it out of her, but it was seemingly endless and her cunt still burned with his fiery mass. She moaned softly. Her body relaxed as the massive penis slipped from her cunt till only his enormous cock-head was between her cunt-lips.

Her clitoris and cunt throbbed with excitement. He paused and began to swing his hips slowly, gyrating in tight circles, caressing her clitoris and cunt with his cock-tip. He waited for her reaction. She gasped and arched under him, the breath hissing from her threat as the huge cock-head pressed at her throbbing clitoris.

"Put it in, Vijay ... quickly," she moaned predictably. "*Jaldi!*"

He thrust into her slowly, and she gasped, arching hard under him. Her back bowed taut as he inched inexorably into her spasming cunt. It enveloped his penis, squeezing and cramping hungrily on it. He went deeper and deeper into her, and her hips bucked and lurched under him. Her head rolled from side to side and her face contorted with lust. She moaned and cried out desperately as the huge shaft filled her cunt-flesh.

His penis was enormous, and touched the deepest crevices in her flesh. It seemed big enough to rip her limb from limb. It pierced higher, deeper into her belly. She felt as though it was at her chest and about to erupt from her throat. She clung to him, panting like rutting bitch, kissing and fondling his chest. She sucked his nipples sharply.

He took her first with a slow, measured tempo, his buttocks rising and falling almost casually over her heaving hips. His huge cock distended her cunt-lips wide open and rasped against her inflamed clitoris as it went in. It emerged glistening and shining with their commingled juices. Steadily, he built up speed, going faster and faster, knowing she could not control herself much longer.

He began stroking powerfully in and out, in and out, his butt rising and falling, his cock hammering back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately, his hips rolling to skewer her from all angles. She thrashed and heaved under him, crying out loudly. He flung his head back and gasped his joy at the relentless suction of her cunt on his cock. His balls slapped at her cunt-lips. She clenched his buttocks fiercely, dragging him deeper into her vortex.

Faster and faster he went, hammering and ramming his cock into her till she arched and cried out and shuddered as the dam burst, cascading over her in a tidal flood. Seconds later, he relented and drilled deep into her and came, releasing the awesome flood of his steaming jizz into her sodden slit.

Later, she sucked his cock hungrily, taking him deep in her mouth, mewing and panting and dizzy with the heady tang of his seed. He lay back, his hand on her head, rocking it up and down to suit his pleasure and pumped his hips at her face to fuck her mouth.

She knelt between his raised knees, her head low over his crotch and fondled herself, squeezing her pendulous breasts in an erotic frenzy. Her breasts felt hard and heavy and her nipples ached. She thrust a hand between her thighs and began to masturbate, arching a finger into her cunt.

His cock filled her mouth and her face bloated with its immensity. She loved sucking his penis and wanted him to come in her mouth. The prospect excited her and she sucked his cock harder and faster, her fist jerking his cock, her head bucking rapidly up and down over his thighs. His cock was slippery with gunk.

Beads of spunk spurted from the slit in the cock-head and she swallowed them hungrily and suddenly thought of the time they had first fucked, scarcely a week ago.

Vijay was tempted by Anjali's body. This woman was meant to be fucked, and fucked repeatedly. Warm and fleshy, her body cried out for a man's attention. He liked the way her breasts jiggled when she walked, the way her hips swayed and her buttocks moved. She preferred slightly transparent *kurtas* that were cut close and clung to every curved contour.

She was alone at her office, working on a difficult presentation for a particularly obdurate client. It was work she couldn't farm out, had to do herself, and it was taking much longer than she expected. Finally, the work was done. Now she could relax. She rang the bell and Vijay came in. She asked for tea.

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He nodded and ducked out. As he left, her eyes lingered hungrily on his body. He was good-looking, tall and lean. He had a handsome, aquiline face, with a fine straight nose and a slender mouth. His face was clean-shaven and square-jawed, and his eyes were dark and deep. His hair was thick and black, and his body was lean and tough, without an ounce of surplus fat. His torso tapered in a sharp 'V', and his chest was hairless, his hips high and small, the waist narrow, his belly flat and hard.

Anjali waited for the tea, feeling steadily hornier, already fantasizing about the peon. He returned a few minutes later and set the cup down beside her. He withdrew again. Anjali finished her tea and decided to get laid. She unbuttoned her *kurta*, loosened the drawcord of her *salvar* and rang for him again. He answered at once and, taking one look at her, understood instantly what she wanted. A slow smile creased his handsome face.

Vijay sauntered across the room, leering at her, unbuttoning his open shirt. He stood in front of her with it fully open and hanging outside his jeans. She leaned back against the desk and her eyes slid over his tanned torso, taking in the cleaved, strong chest and hard belly. He chortled and flicked open the clasp of his jeans. He left his jeans zipped up.

Without a word, his eyes dancing, he pulled her *kurta* open over her naked breasts. He cupped them in his hands and she tensed and her nipples hardened immediately at his touch. Her breasts swelled and grew hot in his hands. He squeezed and fondled them gently and bent his head to her chest, tugging at one thick nipple with his teeth. He sucked on it, the breast squeezed in his hand.

He moved to the other breast. Anjali's face softened with lust, her nostrils flared, her lips parted, her eyes grew glassy and glittered with excitement, her breath came sharp. He was very adroit, his lips and warm tongue and sharp teeth doing wonderful things to her aching nipples and breasts.

Vijay bent lower, tugging open the draw-cord of her *salvar*, letting it rustle to her feet. She was naked underneath and he saw dewdrops of cunt-juice on her soft, curly black pubic fuzz. Anjali kicked off her *salvar* and eased herself onto the conference table and spread her legs apart, half reclining on her elbows behind her. As her legs parted, her cunt-lips unfurled, revealing the moist flesh of her cunt. She waited with bated breath.

Delicately, he parted her fleshy cunt-lips wider with strong fingers and found her clitoris already hard and engorged. He pressed his knuckle to it and her hips lurched and she gasped softly. He grinned and bent his head and slid his tongue into her cunt. Anjali hissed with pleasure and bent her head to watch him tongue-fuck her cunt.

His tongue was pure magic, electric and sharp in her cunt, flickering rapidly in and out, round and round, up and down and back and forth and from side to side in her slit. Anjali moaned, her body crackling with lustfire. She flung her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy, moaning loudly. Leaning on her elbows, she squeezed her breasts, tugging hard at her rigid nipples.

"Mmm, yes ... ohhhhh yes yes yes ... Ohhhh yes ..." she went. "Yes! Ohhh yes Vijay! That's good! Lick my slit, lover! Fuck me with your tongue!" She spoke in the vernacular, her words doubly erotic, twice as arousing. "*Chaatmujhe*, Vijay! *Chaat mere chuthko*!"

His head rolled and moved between her juddering thighs. He used his tongue and teeth and lips relentlessly to audible effect. Her cunt streamed with love-juice and he lapped it hungrily, savouring its heady aroma. He flicked her clitoris with his finger and she moaned, her hips gyrating and lurching, her body jerking on the table. He stopped and rose and bent over and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her.

His hand went down to her crotch and she held his wrist as he forced three fingers into her cunt and began to masturbate her. She groaned, her hips heaving and jerking. He bent his head and sucked hard on her breasts, tugging at the rigid nipples with his teeth. She gasped loudly.

Vijay stepped back and she slid to her knees immediately, reaching up to unzip his jeans. His jeans caught about his knees. His cock was good, too, satisfying long and thick and dark. It was still limp. She took it in her hand and lifted it, expertly flipping the foreskin back to expose the bright cock-head. Holding his shaft in her hand, she slid her tongue out and curled it lovingly about his cock- head.

He grunted, his head bent, his handsome face creased in a delighted grin. He put a hand on her head and pulled it to his crotch. She parted her lips and slid them down around his cock-head, sucking and licking it slowly, almost drunkenly. His cock swelled rapidly, rising to a glorious length and thickness, throbbing hot and turgid in her mouth.

Her mouth was a wonderful grotto of pleasure, warm and moist, sucking insistently. Her head moved slowly back and forth, her cheeks hollowing and billowing, her face distended. She sucked him harder, her fist curled about his shaft, jerking it steadily. Soon, her lips and fist and his shaft glistened with his precum gunk.

The handsome young peon began to fuck her mouth, holding her head and moving it back and forth faster and faster, pumping his hips at her mouth. His cock glistened as it slid in and out between her lips.

"Yeh ... c'mon, whore ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... suck me! *Choos*! *Jorsechoosmerelundko*, *rahnd*! Yeh ... that's it ... suck harder, bitch!" he gasped thickly.

His balls ached with tension. He wanted to fuck her now. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around with her back to him. She leaned over the conference table and shuffled her legs wide, her buttocks thrust up.

He pressed his cock to her buttocks, squeezing it in the cleft between them and leaned over her and tongued her ear. She turned her face to his and he kissed her sexily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her buttocks squirmed against throbbing cock. Her breasts swung heavily and he squeezed them.

"Want it up your ass, slut?" he sniggered. "*Gaandmarun*?"

"Later, if you like," she murmured. "Now fuck my cunt ... c'mon! Do it! *Chodhmujhe*! *Jorsechodh*!"

Vijay laughed as he squeezed his cock between her buttocks to her cunt. Anjali reached down to claw them open for him. His cock-head burned at her cunt. She whimpered softly, eagerly. He chuckled and flexed his buttocks and slowly slid his hips forward, squeezing his cock into her taut cunt.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anjali moaned as his penis seared deeper and deeper into her belly. Her cunt convulsed on his penis and Vijay gasped softly. Her cunt was like a furnace, hot and wet, and tight as a vice. Her buttocks rolled under him, trying to take in more of his cock. He laughed and pulling her buttocks wide open, slammed his hips forward, thrusting his cock deep into her.

Anjali cried out thinly, her head snapping back, her mouth tearing open as the huge cock surged into her convulsing cunt. Deep inside her, he held still and slid his hands up her back and around her body to squeeze her breasts. She whimpered, leaning forward on her forearms, her shoulders hunched, her head bowed. His cock felt wonderful inside her, hot and hard and she swung her hips slowly, churning her cunt with his pestle.

He fucked her with slow, skewering thrusts of his hips, jerking his buttocks back and forth steadily and unhurriedly. Anjali moaned and whimpered, her head bowed, her eyes closed, her body hot and trembling.

"Ohhhhhh uhh oh ma Vijay uhhhhh ohhh uhhh Ohhhhh!" she gasped. "*Hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... *hanh* ... yes ... yes ... Ohhh god yes ..."

"Yes! C'mon! *Chul* ... c'mon now bitch ... *abchul*, *rundi* ... take my cock! *Lemerelundko*! Take it all! *Pooralele*!" he grunted obscenely.

His words excited her.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she gasped. "*Chodhmujhe*! *Jorsechodh*!"

Vijay grinned. He began to move faster, holding her hips and jerking her back and forth on his cock. He swung his hips, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his belly rippling with the strain. His cock appeared and disappeared between the fleshy lobes of her buttocks. It glistened and gleamed, pistoning in and out. His balls slapped at her buttocks.

"C'mon ... come on ... c'mon, bitch ... take it ... *chul* ... *chul*, *rahndchul* ... *le*! *Lemerelavdeko* ... take my cock uhh *hanh* uhh yes oh fuck yes!" he grunted loudly.

Her cunt convulsed frantically on his plunging penis. He swung his
hips back and forth like a trip-hammer, moving faster and faster,
and then broke the rhythm, alternating between a smooth, long,
piercing strokes to a series of violent, ramming thrusts.

"Ohhhhh Vijay yes ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhhhh *hanh* uhhhhh *hanh* uhhhhhh Ohhhmaohmaohmaohmaohhhh!" she gasped. "*Hanh* ... YES! Fuck me! *Chodho mujhe* ... Fuck me hard! *Jor se chodho* ... Harder! *Aur jorse* ... Ohhhhmauhhhhh AHHhhhh uhhhHH AHHHHH uh AH uh AH AH AH uhh OHuh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHH!" Anjali cried out, her body jerking beneath him.

Her swollen breasts jiggled and swung and he crushed them in his hands, squeezing hard, twirling her rigid nipples in his fingers. His cock was incredible, hot and hard, throbbing in her cunt. It glistened and shone as it appeared and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks.

Her cunt-lips were rivened wide and her clitoris throbbed, stroked by the incessant in-out-in-out-in-out rasping of his rough-skinned, thick-veined penis. Suddenly, without warning, he swung his hips in a savage roll and she gasped in shock and surprise, her face twisting in a grimace of lust.

"Yeh uh oh fuck yes oh fuck yes uhh oh fuck uhh *hanh* uhh yes c'mon slut, c'mon ... *chul*, *rundi*, *chul* ... *lele*! Take it!" he grunted.

Anjali trembled and throbbed with an animal lust. She was teetering on the brink of a wild orgasm when Vijay slid out of her and flipped her onto her back on the table with her hips at its edge. She spread her thighs and he pulled them wide and high with his hands and pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.

She held it and guided it to her cunt, moaning and keening like a bitch. He grinned at her and, taking a deep breath, slammed his hips forward, thrusting his cock deep into her again. Her back cambered and she cried out as his huge penis seared into her cunt.

"OHHHHHHH VIJ-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY!" she cried.

He chuckled at her response and, burying himself deep in her cunt, held still, her thighs in his hands spread wide and high. She lay like a submissive slut beneath him, a lowly peon, and he knew she wanted nothing more than his body. It made him feel good.

"Want it, whore?" he rasped, tormenting her. "*Chahiye kya, rundi*?"

She nodded, panting and gasping, her hands on her breasts, her head turned aside.

"Say it, bitch! Lemme hear ya! *Bol*, *kutti*!"

"Yes ... I want it ... I want your cock, Vijay," she gasped. "*Hanh* Vijay ... *mujhe chahiye* ... *mujhe tera lund chahiye*
..."

"Where?"

"In ... in my cunt ..."

"How d'ya wanna be fucked, slut? Tell me! Lemme hear ya!"

"Fuck me hard, Vijay! Fuck me hard!"

"That's good, bitch!" he crowed exultantly. "*Yeh hui na baat*!" he laughed. "Come on ... now I'm gonna fuck your brains out, bitch ... * Ab jorse chodhunga tujhe!Rundiki tarah*!"

Chortling, he slid his hips back, pulled his cock almost entirely out of her. She gasped at the release of pressure. With a loud, animal call, gritting his teeth, he slammed his hips forward again, ramming his cock deep into her.

Anjali's mouth tore open in a loud cry, her neck arched, her face screwed up, her back bowed steeply and the breath whooshed from her as his cock tore into her flesh. He laughed and began to ram-fuck her cunt. Moving rapidly with long, deep thrusts, he flung his head back and gasped. His hips pounding back and forth, and he plunged his huge cock in and out of her cunt. It reamed into her flesh, distending her cunt-lips wide open, rasping against her clitoris.

Her thighs trembled and shook in his strong hands. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, and her body jerked and rocked under his thrusts. She squeezed her breasts in an erotic frenzy, her head rolling from side to side.

He fucked her savagely. Her body flamed with desire. His heavenly cock pistoned and pumped rapidly in and out of her cunt with a loud rasp. The thick-veined, blood-gorged penis pulsated ominously in her helplessly convulsing cunt. He leaned forward, bending her thighs back on her chest, his hands on the insides of her thighs and began to hammer her cunt with his cock, ramming his cock furiously in and out, in and out, in and out, his hips swinging like a trip hammer at full blast. Her cunt spasmed on his cock and his head snapped back and he growled his satisfaction.

She exploded, mewing and panting and calling out. The peon chortled in glee and moved even faster, ramming his cock deeper into her. Anjali cried out in agonised delight as his cock plunged into her incessantly. At last, he drilled into her with a long, slow, spiraling thrust and buried his cock deep in her. His hips twitched at her cunt-lips. She squeezed her breasts, one hand on her belly, her fingers spreading her cunt-lips open.

"Yes ... yes," she moaned. "Come inside me ... I want your cum in my cunt!"

"No!" he cried. "*I* wanna cum in your butt! I wanna fuck your ass! *Ab* m*ujheterigaandmarnihai*!"

Anjali moaned as he slid smoothly out of her. She enjoyed being sodomised; it was a joy utterly intense, deeply satisfying. She slid off the table and presented her buttocks to him again, opening her legs wide. Vijay squeezed his cock between her buttocks and she tensed as she felt his cock-head at her anus.

He squeezed her breasts and she yielded slowly. He flexed his buttocks and his cock-head popped into her anus. Her head jerked up and her face twisted in pain and lust as the hot penis began tunneling into her rear channel. The peon gasped at the clonic convulsions of her asshole on his throbbing penis. He flung his head back, flexed his buttocks and impaled her anus on his cock. Beneath him, his mistress gasped and cried out, her body shuddering and writhing on her teakwood desk.

"Oh god yes ... fuck me, Vijay ... fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Oh god yes! *Merigaandmaar*, Vijay ... *jorsemaar*!"

The peon laughed in delight. Her words were music to his ears. He slid his hands up her body and crushed her pendulous, hot breasts, making her gasp and swung his hips gently, exploring her asshole with his cock. It promised to be a long, hot afternoon and he was in no hurry.

The memory stirred Anjali. She looked up without pausing in her sucking of Vijay's bloated cock. He lay back, eyes closed, murmuring in pleasure, his hands moving her head up and down, his hips pumping at her face.

She stopped for a minute and squeezed her breasts in a tight sheath around his cock. He groaned and she bent her head and took the cock-head that emerged from her breast-sheath between her lips. Her rigid nipples raked his shaft.

The sensation was overpowering. His cock throbbed between her lips and breasts. She sensed the imminence of his orgasm and swiftly took his cock in her mouth. He moaned and yielded, gasping as the spoot-heat roiled up from his balls. His jizz spewed thick and hot into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily, her head swimming with its musky odour. Jerking his cock, she let jizz spatter on her face and breasts.

Whimpering her gratitude, she took it in her mouth again. It was still rock-hard. She knew that he could come again. He had the staying power of a Brahma bull. His spoot load was prodigious. Moaning softly, she straddled his hips, his cock in her hand and swiftly engulfed his rigid cock in her cunt.

"Mmmm ... I love your cock in my cunt," she murmured, squirming on his lap.

He smiled up at her and cupped her cum-sticky breasts, fondling them in his hands. She bent over him and he sucked them, licking his seed off her nipples. She kissed him and he could taste his gunk on her lips and tongue, too. She rocked over him on all fours, moving slowly and unhurriedly, raising her hips up high along the length of his shaft, then squeezing them down deeply again. He held her buttocks and moved her on his lap.




They fucked for another hour, changing positions frequently. They finished at last with her on her front, her knees bent and buttocks thrust up. Vijay straddled her hips in a low squat, his fingers splaying open the lobes of her buttocks, his cock thrusting rapidly in and out of her cunt.*




She gasped her joy, her face turned on its side, her hands rucking the sheets as his cock plunged deep into her cunt. She orgasmed yet again, her head spinning and then she moaned ecstatically as he ground deep into her and came, shooting hot loads of jizz into her cunt.





End of the story Part 5 Molten Flesh

Next Part 6 The Girl Next Door

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THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
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To all appearances, Kiran was a little more than the girl next door. Demure and little more than pleasant, she seldom attracted a second glance. She was dusky, not very tall, with silky, dark hair cut short and bound in a high pony tail by an ordinary rubber band. She was dressed sedately in a *salvar-kurta* ensemble, with a light chiffon *dupatta* spread over her torso and knotted behind her back.

She wore no makeup or jewellery, except a thin black thread with an amulet around her neck.
She sprawled beneath him, panting and sweating from her sexual exertions, naked but for the *dupatta*. Her lover wondered how many people could even have guessed her to be such a performer in bed.

He knew that she had her own management consultancy. He had never imagined that she would be a surprisingly proficient lover as well. He could scarcely believe his luck. He, a common servant, was bedding a regular *memsahib*, fucking her like a whore.

He did several part-time jobs in the block of apartments where she lived. Earlier that night, he was down in the car-park, smoking a cigarette, his chores done. He looked up idly and his eyes slid past the windows of her house and then, in a classic double-take, snapped back. She stood at her window, looking at him.

Even at that distance, there was no mistaking the fact that she was watching him. As he watched, she slid her hands under her *dupatta* and brazenly lifted her breasts. He dropped his smouldering cigarette in shock. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts and squeezed them in flagrant invitation. Watching him, she spread her feet apart and pumped her hips in an unmistakably obscene manner. Nodding slightly, she beckoned to him and stepped back into the shadows.

His heart thumping with excitement, the servant raced up the stairs to her second floor apartment. At her door, he stopped and took a deep breath. His pulse throbbed. Gently, he tried the door. It swung open. He stepped in and shut it quietly. He knew she lived alone.

Kiran was waiting in the living room. Except her transparent chiffon *dupatta*, she was naked. He stared at her. Her breasts were covered by the filmy material, but her belly and crotch were exposed to his gaze. Her eyes glittered with excitement. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts, lifting them in her hands.

"Fuck me," she said softly in Hindi, her voice filled with lust. "Fuck me hard. *Chodhmujhe*. *Jorsechodh*."

No introductions were asked for, none were needed. This was the best kind of sex, uncomplicated by any bond, an unabashed quest for physical gratification. They kissed hungrily, and her tongue was quick and eager in his mouth and her body was hot against his. She undressed him quickly and her cunt ground against his crotch and her breasts pressed warm on his chest. She slid a hand down to his groin and fondled his swelling penis.

He groaned softly. She bent her head and sucked on his nipples, her fingers coiled around the long serpent of his penis. She fisted him slowly, feeling him harden in her hands, and slid to her knees before him. Flipping back his foreskin, she swirled her long tongue expertly over his cock-head. Her breath was warm on his tool-tip, and then her mouth enveloped his cock in its moist warmth. She began to suck hard on his penis, her head moving rapidly back and forth.

He groaned and arched his head and wondered how often she had done this and with whom. He fucked her mouth slowly, pumping his hips at her face, moving her head back and forth. His cock and her lips and cheeks grew shiny and sticky with his pre-cum gunk. He bent and fondled her breasts and found them swollen turgid, the rigid nipples quivering under his thumbs.

His cock throbbed and pulsed ominously in her mouth. His cock was satisfyingly large, at least ten inches long and correspondingly thick. It was a long time since she'd had a cock as big. Its musky taste and the heady odour of his cum excited her. She was desperate for a fuck. She would offer him her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her breasts, any orifice he chose.

One hand on her head, he rocked her face rapidly back and forth, grunting in delight. He bent his head to watch his cock glistening in and out of her mouth. His hips pumped and his belly sucked in with tension. Her face distended with his throbbing erection and she sucked harder, jerking his shaft with firm fingers.

"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my cock ... oh fuck yes ... that's it, that's good ... c'mon ... suck my meat, whore ... oh fucking hell yes! *Choosrundi* ... *jorsechoosmerelavdeko*!"

The spoot-heat roiled in his balls and he pushed her head away. Immediately, she turned around on her hands and knees on the floor like a bitch in heat and thrust her buttocks up at him. She spread her thighs and leaned forward on her forearms and reached down to spread her cunt-lips open. He could see the dewy beads of cunt-juice on her pubic fuzz. Her puckered anus enticed him and he debated whether to fuck her butt.

"C'mon lover ... fuck me...fuck me hard," she grunted.

He decided to fuck her cunt first. He dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his cock into the cleft between her buttocks. She felt his cock-head at her anus and promptly bent forward and clawed her buttocks open for him. He laughed softly.

"Later, whore," he said. "I'll fuck your ass later. *Baadmeinterigaandmartahoon*."

She nodded and spread her cunt-lips for him again. Slowly, he squeezed his cock-head into her. Kiran gasped as his penis seared into her flesh. The servant groaned and flexed his buttocks, thrusting deep into her. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that cramped and convulsed on his penis. His head arched in pleasure.

Gritting his teeth, he swung his hips forward and thrust deep into her. Kiran cried out loudly as the swollen penis pierced her belly. Her breasts were hot and swollen and they jerked and jiggled as he rocked into her.

"C'mon slut ... take it!" the man gasped.

The obscenity aroused her. Moaning deliriously, she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. Her cunt ran up and down the length of his shaft, impaling itself on his cock repeatedly. The servant took several deep breaths to regain control. He waited patiently on his knees behind her and caressed her back.

He watched her cunt slide up and down his rigid penis and the sight aroused him. He prised her buttocks open and pressed his finger to her anus. She moaned and her sphincter yielded and he inveigled a thick finger into her ass. He slid his other hand under her belly and flicked her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped and whimpered, her back bowing and arching, her body jerking and rocking under him.

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Her breasts swung with her motions and he squeezed them hard, rolling her rigid nipples in his fingers. Kiran's head snapped up and she moaned. Her cunt and breasts were fiery with lust. She moved faster. Her body rocked and jerked before him, her buttocks slapping loudly at his strong thighs. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and he could feel the hot flow of her cunt-juices on his groin.

"Yes! C'mon ... c'mon, whore ... take it! *Lelerundi* ... *aurle*! *Purale*, *saalirahnd*! *Chul*! *Aurle*! Take my cock ... yeh! Take it all! Harder, bitch! Ohhhh yes! Yeh! UNHHhhh Yes! Ohhh god yes," he grunted, forcing her to go faster and faster, jamming her cunt back on his prick.

"Ohhhhh uhhhh OHHhhhh uhhhh OHhhh yes ohh god yes yes yes!" she responded.

He slid his fingers out of her cunt and ass and, his hands on her hips, began to move. His hips pumped and swung back and forth, each skewering thrust probing her cunt. He rolled his hips savagely and she gasped and moaned as his cock ran into her cunt from all angles. It rasped against her inflamed clitoris, and she felt his heavy balls swinging at her cunt-lips.

She stretched a hand between her thighs and squeezed his balls. He moaned and fucked her faster and harder. His balls were on fire. He began to sweat.

He pushed her down on her forearms, raising her buttocks higher. He spread his legs in a deep squat astride her hips and began to ride her. Her mouth split into a wide 'O' of pure lust as he ground his hips against hers. Then he fucked her hard with deep, punishing thrusts, his buttocks rising and falling, his penis going in and out of her cunt, glistening with their commingled juices.

Her body jerked under his thrusts and she moaned loudly, obscenely, begging him to fuck her harder. He obeyed his mistress and started ram-fucking her cunt, thudding into her, his cock rasping in and out of her cunt with an audible rasp. She squeezed her breasts in a frenzy as he moved faster and faster till he was rocketing in and out of her cunt like a dervish.

"Oh god oh ma unhh ohhh unhh ohhh unhh ohhh uhhh oh oh oh oh oh yes Ohhhhh yes Ohhh yes yes Ohhh god yes ... fuck me ohhh yes baby yes ... fuck me hard ... fuck me ... oh yes ... fuck my slit, lover ... fuck it hard!" Kiran chunnered. "*Chodhmujhe* ... *jorsechodh*!"

Kiran orgasmed violently, shuddering and gasping as the heat swamped her. The man was magnificent. He went on fucking her hard, right through her orgasm. She expected him to come inside her as her cunt convulsed feverishly on his penis but, to her amazement and delight, he held back. She gasped softly in wonder and joy and heard him chuckle softly.

He slid his penis out of her. She turned on her back and he knelt over her head and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked it greedily and gasped as he bent over her and thrust his tongue into her cunt. They sixty-nined slowly and she whimpered in pleasure, sucking and licking his cock and balls.

Her cunt tingled pleasurably. This man was good. His body was hard and lean and smelled musky and erotic. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt, thick and heavy, flicking her inflamed clitoris incessantly.

He rolled off her and she knelt astride his groin, his cock in her hand. She guided it to her cunt and, with a shuddering gasp, squeezed the cock-head into her flesh. He grunted as the soft heat of her cunt-flesh enveloped him again. She paused with her hips high and just the cock-head inside her, leaning forward with her hands on his chest.

Grunting with tension, gripping her buttocks, he fucked her furiously, ramming his hips up and down beneath her. She cried out, her head arching as the cock slammed in and out of her cunt. Her breasts bounced as his hips thumped against her buttocks. Then her buttocks crashed down greedily on his cock and he groaned as she began to rock and buck rapidly over him, her cunt sliding up and down his pole in feverish excitement.

Her head whipped back and forth and her breasts jiggled and bounced. He held her buttocks and moved her on his lap. She reached back to cup his balls. He gasped loudly as she slid her cunt down deep onto his cock and flexed and unflexed her buttocks rapidly. Her cunt seemed to chew on his penis.

She swung her buttocks round and round and her hand splayed flat on her belly and she fingered her clitoris. He watched her, deeply aroused. Faster and faster they moved and now she leaned over him on outstretched arms and rocked rapidly up and down on his cock. Her cries rang in his ears.

"Yes ... yes ... OHhh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, motherfucker, fuck me hard! *Chul*, *bhadva*! *Ragadkechodhmujhe*, *saala madarchuth!*"

"*Hanh*, *rundichul*! *Lele*! Take it, bitch! Take my cock! *Lemerelundko*! OHHHh yeh! C'mon you whore! Take it!" he replied.

Her buttocks caromed and bounced off his thighs, her cunt a hot, wet, greedy vortex of intense pleasure. He bucked furiously under her, making her groan and cry out in lust. Kiran's cunt blazed with heat and she soared up towards another orgasm. At the last minute, just before the sun broke through the clouds, she slid off his cock and turned on her back on the floor, spreading her legs and bending her knees.

She clawed her cunt-lips open for him and reached for his cock as he moved between her thighs. He bent over her and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt slowly with a loud gasp, Her back bowed and arched as his burning penis seared into her cunt. Her supple thighs coiled about his hips. She dragged his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply, her tongue feverish in his mouth.

"C'mon you motherfucker ... screw my slit," she muttered. "Screw me hard!"

"Yeh ... take it you whore ... take my cock," he rasped.

Stretched over her on outstretched arms, his cock still pushing into her constricting channel, gasping and making her moan in delight as it burrowed deeper and deeper into her, he fought to steady himself. His cock throbbed ominously, and the jizz roiled in his balls, aching for release.

Steadily, he drove himself deeper and deeper into her until he was fully embedded in her cunt, his cock in to the hilt. Kiran arched under him, her loins lurching up to his, her hands on his massive shoulders. He began to move and she responded eagerly, moving in unison with him. Soon, they were gasping and panting, their bodies streaming with sweat. Her body snapped back, her breasts jiggled, his thrusts got faster, deeper, harder.

Within minutes, he was ram-fucking her furiously again. His head arched back and his buttocks plummeted up and down, up and down, up and down, his penis stroking powerfully in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. Kiran moaned deliriously, her head whipping ecstatically from side to side.

"OHHHhh god yes yes ohh yes yes ... ohhhh yeh that's it ... c'mon fuck me lover .... yeh .... take me .... ohhhh yes!"

"Take it bitch .... yeh cunt ... take it all yes!" he returned.

She began to orgasm again and he kept fucking her, forcing her on to another orgasm and yet a third. She moaned and cried out, her body heaving and writhing and thrashing joyously under his.

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Now he wanted her for his own pleasure. He jerked out of her and fucked her again, this time lying on his side and thrusting quickly into her from behind, lifting one of her legs high in his hand. He fucked her rapidly, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced and she cried out, her eyes closed, whimpering tiredly.

The enormous cock was relentless in her cunt, thrusting angrily in and out of her cunt, his balls slamming against her buttocks and thighs. She came again and he swore violently, his cock jerking into her over and over. He struggled for control.

Somehow, he managed to hold back. She bowed her head, panting and gasping, awed by his stamina and staying power. Rarely did a lover satisfy her thus. She sensed his desire and she satisfied it willingly.

Quickly, she got onto the nearest armchair on her knees, her hands clenching the backrest, her buttocks thrust back, proffering her anus. Gasping with excitement, the servant stood behind her and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. He was burning with lust. Her sphincter spasmed once and he cried out, his head snapping back and jammed his cock into her asshole.

Kiran screamed softly, her face contorting in a grimace of pain and lust as the huge, fiery rod seared into her butt. She dug a hand into her crotch and began to masturbate frantically.

"Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she gasped. "*Maarmerigaand*! *Jorsemaar*!"

Overpowered by lust, he ram-fucked her butt, jerking and slamming his hips back and forth, forcing his cock into her asshole again and again. It was burning hot and tight as a vice and it convulsed feverishly on his penis. He felt her orgasm and her ass cramped almost painfully on his dick. He cried out and rocked into her savagely and finally lost control. Beneath him, Kiran mewed in pleasure and joy when she felt the sharp sting of his spoot geysering in a searing flood into her asshole.

He slid out of her asshole slowly, his cock quivering and throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in heaving, rattling gasps. Her head bowed between her arms. He chuckled softly and squeezed her dangling breasts. She groaned.

"Well, whore, like it? Had a good fuck?" he growled.

She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. "Yes," she said. "It was very good. Thank you. Are you game for more?"

The man laughed. "Sure thing, bitch."

"Good. Fuck me again."

"Don't you wanna know my name at all?"

She looked genuinely puzzled. "What for?" She fondled his cock and smiled gently. "As long as you're ready to use your cock on me, I don't care."

The man laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're one horny whore!"

He told her his name anyway, Bhiku, and she told him hers, quite unnecessarily. He knew who she was. Kiran kissed the servant, holding his head in her hands and thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her breasts. She arched her back and pushed his head to her breasts. He sucked them gently, then sharply. She groaned and pushed his head lower. He kissed her belly and nuzzled her crotch. Her legs spread wide, hooking over the arms of the chair. He thrust his face into her cunt.

"Come on, loverboy ... lick my slit ... shove your tongue into my pussy! *Chaatmujhe*!"

The servant pulled her cunt-lips open and slid his tongue into her crack. She groaned and closed her eyes, tilting her face up. His tongue was wonderful, thick and heavy, rippling through her sodden slit like fire. She squeezed her breasts with one hand, moving his head around in her groin with the other. Kiran whimpered her pleasure.

He tongue-fucked her steadily for several minutes, savouring the heady taste of her cunt juices and his own gunk. She moaned and whimpered happily, her hips jerking and writhing under his face. He straightened and climbed on the chair and gave her his cock to suck once again. She took it in her mouth greedily and sucked and licked it lasciviously, her tongue working its magic on the penis.

He fucked her face unhurriedly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head with one hand, bending his head to watch her suck his penis. She sucked harder and harder, moaning and whimpering in her throat.

He pulled away and stood on the floor and leaned over her. She spread her legs wide and lifted her cunt up high. One hand on the back of the chair, his head bent to watch her under him, he flexed his buttocks and slowly drilled his cock into her cunt. Kiran moaned softly as the huge rod seared into her flesh. She gripped his buttocks and dragged his head down to hers.

"Fuck me," she groaned in his ear, tonguing it. ""Fuck me Bhiku! Shove your cock into my slit ... I want it all! I want to feel it right up inside me! *Bhardemerechuthko*!"

Slowly, the servant flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter. He grimaced and gasped as her hot cunt convulsed frantically on the intruding penis as it burrowed and plowed into her soft, eager, wanton flesh. Her head jerked to one side and she whimpered in pleasure, her chest heaving. Bhiku crushed her breasts with one hand. She groaned, clenching his arms, her hips arched high, her buttocks taut, her cunt squeezing and sucking hungrily on his penis.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes, baby yes! Take it! Take it whore! Take my cock!"

"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... yes ... ohhh uhhh oh ma uhhh ahhh ... yes ... oh ma uhhh ahh ... unhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh Oh oh oh!"

Now gripping both arms of the chair, gasping with exertion, the servant began to grind his cock heavily in and out of Kiran's cunt. She gasped and moaned, arching and writhing erotically under him, squeezing and crushing her breasts in an eager frenzy.

"Fuck me!" she called. "Fuck me all night, Bhiku! Fuck me hard!"

Not that he needed any bidding anyway ...







End of Part 6 The Girl Next Door

Next Part 7 Trophy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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TROPHY
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There was no dearth of women only too eager to succumb to Rajeev's advances. Sheila was a fair-skinned, full-breasted woman in her mid-thirties, some years older than Rajeev. He had always thought her extremely attractive. He set about seducing her in his inimitable fashion, slowly and discreetly. He enjoyed it as a sport. The game, the chase excited him as much as ultimate victory. Inevitably, he had his trophy.

Sheila had never known such pleasure. She had always regarded her sexual experience as completely satisfactory, even uncommonly rich. Since the age of seventeen, a succession of strong, virile, handsome men had enjoyed the pleasures of her body. She married at twenty-four, and for a few months, contented herself with her husband. He was a superb lover and satisfied her. But she discovered that her premarital sexual experience was a powerful narcotic to which she was hopelessly addicted.

Craving the variety and exciting intensity of new lovers, she allowed herself to stray. For a while, she enjoyed a torrid and entirely sexual relationship with one servant. Bored with him, she took another to her bed. He was followed by her husband's chauffeur. At some point, she was fucking all three of them, sometimes simultaneously, in glorious orgies that stretched through long hot afternoons.

She was caught out by her brother-in-law who promised to keep his silence if she let him fuck her. She didn't mind in the least, for he was a sexy and attractive man. He proved to be a versatile and exciting lover. Their affair continued for several months, and her husband never knew.

Sheila was just beginning to tire of him, when Rajeev made his advances. She succumbed within days. The man was utterly irresistible. Impeccably mannered, gentle and kind, he had an easy charm and grace that drew her. He was incredibly intelligent and well-read, steeped in art and culture without being a dilettante.

In bed, he was a revelation. His body was stunning. Immensely powerful, he carried not an ounce of surplus flesh on him. His shoulders were sprawling slabs of muscle. His chest was a wide and deep W, heavily cleaved, his dark taut nipples pulled low and wide on either side of his massive pectorals. The belly was hard and flat as a washboard, every muscle clearly defined. There was not a trace of body hair on his torso which formed a sharply tapering V.

High, narrow hips bracketed a slim waist. Beneath, his buttocks were taut and firm. His arms and legs were long and bulged and rippled with corded muscle. His face was gentle and handsome, with a fine, strong nose, a square jaw, even white teeth, and dark, caressing, sensuous eyes.

But best of all was his quite astonishing genital endowment. Sheila had never imagined she would see, let alone experience, such a cock. It was the kind of thing her most erotic fantasies were made of. Enormous, a good eleven-and-a-half inches long, nearly three inches thick, it was long and dark and ridged with thick long veins, the cock-head monstrous.

Now Rajeev smiled affectionately at her when he saw the look of wonder and awe and joy on her face as his huge cock slid slowly into her cunt. It went in smoothly and easily, gliding in deeper and deeper despite its impossible enormity.

He bent his head and kissed her, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her response when her own tongue flickered out in wanton desire.

"Yes," she gasped softly. "Fuck me Rajeev ... fuck me hard ... Oh god your cock's so wonderful ... put it in ... I want it all ... yes ... Ohhhh yes!"

Sheila was very pretty. Rajeev studied her round face with pleasure, taking in the sweetness of her features. She had full lips, a straight nose, perhaps a tad heavy, but perfect on her. Anything finer would have made her look shrewish. Her skin was fair and clear and her eyes were lovely, deep brown and full of laughter. Her teeth were attractive and even. She smiled readily and often. Her hair was thick and long, knotted in a loose bun on the nape of her neck. Her breasts were big, full and ripe with thick nipples standing stiffly in large bright aureoles that were puckered with pleasure now.

A red bindi dotted the middle of her forehead, and she wore a long black and gold mangalsutra around her neck. Ordinarily, the necklace signified a woman's marital - and therefore, supposedly chaste - status. Sheila wore it to disguise her penchant for sexual adventure under a veneer of respectability for her husband's benefit. Little did it matter when she was gasping and heaving, her body shining with sweat, begging for more, moaning loud obscenities as a lover thrust his cock into her cunt.

Rajeev flexed his buttocks and slid his hips gently forward. His cock squeezed even deeper into her cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila gasped, her head arching and turning to one side.

His monstrous cock delved deeper into her tight, moist grotto. It stretched her cunt-lips wider than any cock she had known. Her hips lurched up under his and she arched her back. Her breasts were swollen and gorged, her nipples quivering and rigid. The gorgeous penis slid in deeper, rasping against her inflamed clitoris, throbbing and pulsating electrically hot inside her, making her feel like one enormous cunt from head to toe.

She dug her fingers into his bulging biceps and caressed his shoulders. He lowered himself on his forearms and her heavy breasts flattened against his hard chest. Her body was hot and already tacky with sweat. Her mangalsutra was cool between their bodies. She moaned thickly, in unbridled pleasure. He was on his knees and he spread them wider, levering her thighs apart to go deeper into her cunt. She groaned, her legs twined about his slim hips.

For the past hour, he had played with her body with a deftness that left her moaning and sweating with lust-heat. He toyed relentlessly with her breasts till she wanted to scream from the ecstasy of it, hot rivers of delight cascading through her body. Then his tongue probed her cunt, delving and exploring its moist recesses as no man had done before. She had taken his cock between her breasts, into her mouth, sucked it and licked it, and the very taste and weight of it in her mouth and under her tongue had aroused her even further.

His head dipped now and he kissed her closed eyes, drew his tongue down her nose, over her lips, flickering at them. They parted and their tongues met and fenced and then his darted away, down her neck, dipping low between her breasts. She moaned again and arched, her breasts in her hands, lifting them to his lips, wanting to feel his tongue and lips and teeth on her breast tips again.

His tongue rolled sexily around the stiff nipples by turn, and she gasped and writhed as she felt his teeth scbang gently against the aroused points of flesh. She clenched his head as his lips flowered and closed firmly around one breast, the other nipple in his fingers being slowly squeezed and rolled and twirled.

Rajeev fastened his on her breast and sucked slowly, then harder and harder. Suddenly he let go and she gasped. Instantly, he started again and she writhed under him, moaning in joy. He moved to the other breast, releasing the first slowly, almost reluctantly. His tongue slithered into the deep vale between her breasts, where his cock had been a short while ago and he lapped at the musky streaks of his own pre-cum gunk between her breasts. Slowly, his tongue and lips climbed the crest to her other breast and found her nipple. He pressed it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

"Oh god oh god OHhhhhhhhhh yes!" Sheila gasped, her chest heaving, her head rolling languorously from side to side.

Rajeev paused and lifted himself smoothly, drawing her hips up with him, till he was squatting on his knees between her forked thighs. He held still, with her body stretched down and away from him, her shoulders on the bed and began to caress her tenderly.

Sheila felt like a whore. All she wanted was to be fucked. He squeezed her breasts, kneading them, rolling them together, tweaking the erect nipples. Her mangalsutra entwined in his fingers and she gasped as she raked it across her aching nipples.

"C'mon Rajeev ... please ... fuck me ... please ..." she begged.

He chuckled and slid his hands under her fleshy buttocks, gently prising the creamy lobes apart. Sheila moaned loudly in unbridled passion as she felt his fingertip press at her anus. His other hand slid down her belly and he caressed her cunt gently, parting her cunt-lips and questing for her clitoris. He flicked it gently with his fingers and moved his hips from side to side. Sheila's breath hissed from her throat and her sphincter spasmed involuntarily.

Instantly, smiling and chuckling at her, he slipped his thick finger into her asshole. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his gently throbbing penis. Gently, he finger-fucked her asshole while plugging her cunt with his cock. Sheila was writhing and gasping and panting now, muttering soft obscenities.

"Ohhhh yes yes ... oh god yes ohhh yes ... fuck me Rajeev yes ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt ... yes ... take me ... I'm yours ... fuck me hard lover ... uhhh OHhhh uhhh OHHH uhhhh OHHhhhhhh uhhh Oh god yes yes OHhhhhh uhhhh oh god ohma uh OHHH!" she went, her body on fire.








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He began to fuck her slowly, his finger still in her anus. She gasped and writhed, her head flipping from side to side. His finger twisted and slid in and out of her ass. His cock pumped gently and insistently at her cunt. Her hips juddered and writhed, swinging from side to side.

"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder!"

He relented and drew his finger out of her asshole and pressed it to her lips. She sucked it lasciviously, the complete whore now. He moved smoothly, like a god. Holding her hips high, her legs wide, he fucked her with long, slow, deeply penetrating thrusting, rolling his hips with each downthrust to take her from all angles. Her cunt squeezed his cock and he groaned softly, and arched his head in pleasure. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight.

Sheila's mind whirled. Rajeev's hands were everywhere, on her breasts, at her cunt, at her anus again. His cock was heavenly. Her hips bucked and lurched and writhed as he thrust back and forth, his cock going slowly in and out, gleaming and glistening. It burned white hot, throbbing and hard, searing into her cunt-flesh.

"Oh ma uhhh oh ma oh ma ohhhh uhhhh OHHhh ma uhhhh AHHH uhhh ahhh uhhh aHHHHh uhh AHHH!" she cried, her head whipping deliriously from side to side.

She squeezed and rolled her swollen breasts in a frenzy as he began to move faster. She could feel his heavy balls at her cunt-lips. He released her hips and, as they sank, bent over her again, his hips bobbing rapidly up and down. His cock squelched and rasped in and out of her cunt. His cock emerged and disappeared into her cunt, squeezing into her tight sheath.

"Yes ... yes OHhhhh yes ... that's it ... fuck me ... OHhhhh uhhhh OHhhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!" she cried.

"Take it ... take it ... take my cock ... take it ... take my cock ... ohhhhh yeh ... ohhh yes ... your cunt's so good ... yes ... yeh ... take it all ... take it!" he gasped.

Faster and faster he went, his hips bobbing and bouncing furiously up and down now, driving his enormous cock in and out of her cunt. Sheila's body jerked and snapped under his thrusts, her breasts bouncing violently. She squeezed them in an agony of lust.

"Yes yes yes yes yes OHHHHHh yes!" she cried. "Oh god oh god oh god ohhhh yes oh god yes yes yes!"

She couldn't hold back anymore. She soared high and free and broke through the clouds with a violent lurch of her cunt, arching and crying out. He rocked deep into her and rolled his hips savagely, skewering her cunt from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh. Stars burst in her head and her hips jerked up as he drove into her again and again. At last she felt him stiffen and quiver inside her, his thighs thudding at hers repeatedly.

Her cunt squeezed down hard on his tool and he flung his head back and groaned. He came and her eyes flew open in awe and wonder and shock at the prodigious load of white hot spoot that splattered deep into her cunt. It went on and on, flooding her slit.

At last, her legs uncoiled from about his hips and she moaned. Breathing heavily, he bent over her and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Sheila closed her eyes and caressed his back dreamily. With a sudden start, she realised that his cock was still in her cunt and it was even yet rock-hard as if he had not come.

Later, they fucked again. He stood upright on the firm bed with his feet apart and she knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth and fist. Rajeev murmured in pleasure and began to fuck her mouth slowly. He held her head in his hands and rocked it gently back and forth, pumping his hips at her face. She moaned deep in her throat, loving the weight and thickness and heady odour of his penis. It was hot and sticky with his gunk and her lips and cheeks shone with jizz. She fondled her breasts and then slid a hand down to her cunt.

"Yes ... suck it baby ... suck my cock," he grunted softly.

She wanted him to come in her mouth. She paused and lifted her mangalsutra and looped it around his cock-shaft several times. Each loop pulled her head closer to his loins. Now her face and his cock were anchored together. He would have to come in her mouth.

"You could've just asked for it in your mouth, Sheila," he chuckled.

"Just making sure," she mumbled, her mouth filled with his cock.

He laughed. "Ever the cautious one, aren't you?"

Rajeev relented, quite happy to fuck her mouth. She sucked cock well. Her mouth was warm and moist, and her tongue plied his cock-head and cock-slit relentlessly. He moved her head faster, his hips pumping swiftly. His cock glistened and shone as it emerged and disappeared between her lovely lips. He felt his spoot surge up from his balls and he moved even faster. She sensed the imminence of his orgasm and sucked his penis still harder, her face distended by the immensity of his cock.

With a shuddering gasp, he exploded and she mewed softly, her hands crushing her breasts in joy as his hot jizz flooded her mouth and down her throat. She opened her lips and let it dribble on her face and neck and breasts.

Sure enough, Rajeev's penis was still rock-hard. Gently, she disentangled her mangalsutra from his shaft and leaned back on her knees.

"Turn around," he commanded. "I'll fuck you from behind."

She turned around, on her hands and knees before him, her delectable buttocks thrust back for him. He pushed her down onto her forearms and squatted low across her hips. Slowly, he squeezed his cock between her buttocks. She moaned thickly as the huge shaft seared into her cunt.

"Mmmmmm ... yes .... yes ... that's so good," she muttered.

Deeper and deeper he went, till his cock was deep inside her. He leaned over her and squeezed her pendulous breasts. She whimpered softly and stretched a hand between her thighs, toying with her clitoris.

"Fuck me, Rajeev ... fuck me hard," she groaned.

He took her masterfully. At first, he moved slowly, steadily, his hips swirling and gyrating, his cock skewering her from all angles, sliding in and out of her cunt in smooth, long strokes. Sheila groaned and cried out, jerking and rocking back and forth on all fours under him.

"Ohhh yes ... ohhh god yes! Do it ... do it Rajeev! Fuck me! Ohhh uhhh ohhhh uhhh Ohhhhh uhhh oh oh oh OHHHHH!"

Rajeev squeezed her pendulous, swollen breasts and jerked her back and forth on his cock. His hips swung smoothly back and forth. His thighs pummelled her buttocks, slapping loudly at her flesh. His huge cock stroked seamlessly, relentlessly, mercilessly in and out of her cunt. Sheila's buttocks swayed and writhed erotically as she begged for more.

"Take it," he responded, kneading her heavy breasts. "Take it! Take my cock! Ohhh fuck yes! Take it all! Take it!"

He began to move faster, and then faster still, until he was ramming and reaming into her, his balls slapping at her buttocks. Her body jerked and snapped under his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing. He squeezed them in excitement and drilled into her even harder and faster. His cock rasped audibly in and out of her cunt, going faster and faster. She exploded violently and he groaned as her cunt clamped down hard on his penis.

"Oh ma uhhh oh uhhh OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, stiffening in pleasure, her head arched.

"Yeh! OH fuck yes! Yes! Yes!"

With a shuddering cry, Rajeev thrust repeatedly into her and let himself go again, making her gasp as his hot spoot cannoned into her thirsty cunt.







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HER LOVER, HER MASTER
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She was very beautiful. Hansa had a quality that Jayant found intensely erotic. Her face, her manner, her softly musical, sibilant speech made men want to fling her to the nearest bed and fuck her passionately. Her hair was thick and glossy with auburn highlights. Her nose was fine and straight, her mouth full, wide and sensual and her teeth even and strong. She had a firm-chinned, oval face and her eyes were devastating, elongated, almond-shaped, rimmed with *kajal*. She was of medium height, fair-skinned, slender, stunningly curved.

She had a long neck, around which she wore the traditional symbol of her marital status, a black-and-gold beaded *mangalsutra*. Her husband was a drunk and, till Jayant put a stop to it, had forced her to whore for him, to keep him in liquor. Now she rarely saw him. There were plenty of other men in her life.

Her long, graceful neck led to full breasts, superbly shaped, like ripe mangoes, succulent and shapely with long nipples in dainty bright aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared to softly delectable buttocks that closed around a particularly dainty, puckered anus in which she especially enjoyed entertaining a thick, hard penis. Her arms and legs were smooth, slender, nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.

Apart from the *mangalsutra *she wore a small silver nose-stud in one nostril, gold earrings, finger-rings, bangles, anklets, toe-rings. She had a wonderful posture: the spine dipping in a delectable hollow down its length. Her body was curved like an hourglass, sweeping from her shoulders to a narrow waist, then opening out again to her hips and buttocks.

Her beauty was complemented by her enthusiasm and aptitude for sex. Ordinarily, no man could pass her by without a second glance. She was every man's genicon. In her, fortune brought fantasy to truth: in bed, she was irresistible. There was magic in her tongue, in her teeth, in her incredible fingers, between her legs. Once aroused - which was often and easily - she could hold her lover for hours together. Even in Jayant's world of incessant debauchery, with its Olympian sexual standards, her prowess was acknowledged.

Jayant and she had been lovers since she was sixteen and he twenty. He never tired of her, nor she of him. He regularly commanded her to his bed and each time, he was filled with a sense of delight at her eagerness and ability, the way she surrendered herself to him without reserve. For her part, she loved him from the first, as all his lovers did, for his gentleness, his patience, his kindness and above all, for his awesome sexual prowess.

Hansa had taken lovers before, during and after her marriage, and borne four children, none of whom looked alike, although they all bore her unmistakable stamp. She herself could not have said with any certainty who their fathers were. But, astonishingly, four parturitions had done nothing to put surplus weight on her or to deplete her fine figure.

She smiled gently at Jayant as he stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, clad only in a thick white terry-cloth robe. His jet black hair was slicked back. His cologne was quiet, but entirely sensual. The robe was belted loosely about his waist and she knew he was naked beneath. The thought of his warm, superbly sculpted body excited her, and, involuntarily her lips parted.

His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She wore a light printed *sari* with a *bindi* dotting the middle of her forehead. There were small gold earrings in either lobe, and except her finger-ring, anklets, bangles and *mangalsutra*, she wore no other jewelry. She had deliberately worn the *mangalsutra* although she had been sorely tempted to discard it, especially once she had found an adequate and unending source of male companionship in Jayant's household with a variety of men. But she had resisted the temptation knowing well how it excited some of her lovers to feel that they were fucking another's wife.

Now they were very close, their bodies almost touching. Silently he took her by her slim waist and drew her to him. Her back never failed to give him pleasure with its superb posture and erotically hollowed spine, the smooth skin, like satin, the hollows above the collarbone. His fingers were warm and strong on the naked flesh of her bare midriff and she felt her innermost being throb with pleasure at this merest of touches. Her breath shortened, and she leaned her forehead against his chest, fighting for control. Even after all this time, this man could make her feel like a wanton, desperate slut, craving flesh in flesh.

She slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his massive shoulders. Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso as, at last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open.

His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her eyes. Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head, rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers. His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender frame, cupping her breasts. He slid the *pallu* of her *sari* off her shoulder, unravelling it expertly. It rustled to her feet and he tugged at the draw-cord of her petticoat, letting that, too, drop. She was naked beneath that, her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation.

One by one, he flicked open the buttons of her blouse and she wriggled out of it, finally naked in his arms, his for the asking, for the taking, to be had and possessed and enjoyed at will. She murmured softly, her eyes closed, arms taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe. Her nipples stiffened against his chest and she moaned softly when his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness. Her aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers, her body going hot.

She took his face in his hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women. Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavour, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled. Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star.

He had wide-set, deep, gentle eyes of a dark brown that could change from ice to fire in minutes. His merest look could do to women what lesser men - and his women had yet to meet one not lesser - would have spent a fortune and hours, if not months and years, to achieve. His mouth was wide and sensual without being fleshy, the teeth very strong and white and even. He had high cheekbones and slightly hollowed cheeks and a cleft in his chin.

His face was that of an outdoor man, used to long hours in merciless sun, doing manual labour - rugged and tough, with every feature honed, filled with strong sinew and deep reserves of strength and power and speed.

His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense, broad and deep and bulging with muscle. His back was a superb, deeply sweeping, swooping ripple of musculature from shoulder and arm to spine and beyond again. His neck was thick and bullish with strength. The chest was immensely deep and heavy, the pectorals like two huge slabs of rock, the cleft between them deep and ridged with veins and muscles, the taut, dark nipples pulled wide and low on either side. From his triceps, a continuous ridge of muscle flew down the immensity of his chest in a mighty W to its counterpart opposite.

His belly was flat, and like a washboard, the flesh marked with the rectangles of muscle. The waist was narrow and small, the hips high and arrogant, the buttocks taut and firm. His arms and legs were long and thick and rounded and bulging with muscle, the feet and hands big and powerful. His forearms were thick and ridged with veins, the calves and thighs stronger than oak. There was no hair on his torso anywhere; even the armpits were depilated. He took good care of his body, and used it well - in combat, in play, in work.

Above all, there was his penis. It was a thing of beauty, a joy to behold, a greater joy still for a woman to stroke and caress and lick and suck and then be fucked by. Limp, it was bigger and thicker and longer than most erections: it dangled a good ten inches in length, over an inch and a half around, before a brace of big, low, loaded balls that stored, she knew, an almost unending cornucopia of delicious jizz. When erect, it would swell to an awe-inspiring eleven-and-a half inches or more in length, over two and a half around.

It sprang from a mat of cropped black curly pubic hair. He regularly had one of his lovers shave the shaft all the way down to the base. There were good reasons for this. For one thing, there were some women with whom he performed on stage or on film who could take his cock whole, when erect. Then, the sight of his smooth, hairless penis glistening and throbbing, plunging in and out of cunts, mouths, anuses added to the eroticism. But, more important, he found it gave him greater satisfaction and allowed him to gauge his lover's responses a fraction more accurately.

It was this attention to detail, to minutiae, that set him apart from the rest and made him their leader. She loved it this way. She loved him, every bit of him, every inch of his cock. True, Kishore's was a tad bigger - but, as he himself readily admitted, Jayant was by far his superior in matters lectual.

Now Jayant smiled in pleasure as Hansa bent her head and began to suck on his nipples gently, her sharp, warm, moist tongue and fierce teeth nibbling and suckling and toying with his nipples, arousing them painfully. Meanwhile, her elegant fingers coiled about the shaft of his cock and began to caress it expertly and it swelled and thickened in her fist. She moved to the other nipple, sucking hard, letting go, sucking hard again.








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He moaned and murmured and caressed her face and the nape of her long neck, her dangling breasts, finding them swollen and turgid.

Hansa slid lower, her lips at his belly, then lower still. Jayant gasped when Hansa knelt before him, and, her breathing short, her fist curling lovingly around his cock, her lips parting, her long tongue snaked out over his cock-head and flickered across his glans.

Hansa felt a thrill of pleasure at his response. She began to jerk his cock slowly, licking and kissing his cock, sucking on his balls, not yet giving him the satisfaction of her warm mouth. He held her head in hands and tugged her mouth to his rampant penis.

"*Chul* ... *chul* Hansa ... *choos* ... *jorthi choos*!" he gasped in Gujarati. "Suck it hard!"

At last, she relented, her face distending, cheeks hollowing as she parted her lips wide to engulf him deep in her mouth. He groaned, holding her head, looking down to watch her, fascinated by the sight of his enormously swollen penis, now dark and glistening, flecked with his pre-cum gunk emerging and disappearing into her mouth. She licked his cock-head slowly, sucked tenderly. The warmth, the moisture, the incessant sucking setting his loins aflame.

Her cheeks were distended with the size of his monstrous cock in her mouth. The bangles tinkled on her slim wrists. Her head jerked back and forth, the strands of the *mangalsutra* tossing on her chest. Her *sari* was undone, her blouse open, her breasts, small and firm bare, the long nipples hard as rock.

He groaned as she began to suck him off harder still, her head rocking back and forth, drawing him deeper and deeper into her mouth, slurping audibly on his cock. He grunted, fucking her face slowly, with exquisite pleasure, moving her head with his hands to suit his pleasure, moving it back and forth, back and forth.

Her fingers were now sticky and shining with his jizz. His balls ached for release. He felt his jizz surge powerfully in his loins. Her mouth was pure magic, warm and moist, sucking with an insistent pressure. Her delicate tongue toyed and played with his cock-head and shaft so adroitly that he was tempted to cave in and let her drink his juice.

He succumbed to the temptation. He fucked her mouth rapidly, pumping his hips at her face, jerking her head back and forth with one hand. She sucked him effortlessly and hard, knowing what he intended and desiring it, too. He came suddenly, spurting hot jizz into her mouth. She groaned in her throat and swallowed his gunk, opening her lips wide and closing her eyes, shaking his cock to spatter her face and breasts. She licked her lips lasciviously and caught the dribbling gunk on her cheeks and licked her fingers sensuously.

He grinned. His cock was still rock-hard and she knew he could fuck her several times before he was sated. She sucked his cock again and he fucked her face gently for a long time, till he was finally ready for her cunt. He dropped to his knees beside her. They kissed again, and he tasted the muskiness of his own jizz on her lips and tongue as she responded hungrily, her arms curling lovingly about his massive shoulders.

He stripped her completely and caressed her slender body tenderly. She quivered at his touch, her large breasts growing hot and tight as he fondled them, her thick, long nipples quivering exquisitely. Kneeling before each other, they kissed and caressed one another. She moaned, her mouth wide open, her eyes fluttering as thick rivers of passion rippled through her body. He drew his finger along her slit and she trembled, dying for something - anything - to fill it. Her cunt-lips were sodden, the juices flowing and oozing warm and musky.

He moved back with his legs folded beneath him, on his knees, and made her turn around, her back to him. She understood at once the position he desired to take and she turned about on her knees, her thighs spreading wide.

She backed herself onto his lap, one hand on the floor before her, the other between their legs, holding his rigid, throbbing cock delicately by the cock-head, guiding it to her hole. She paused, trembling, with his burning cock-head at the portals of her wet cunt. Tensing, her head arching, she squeezed his cock-head into her slit. It was huge, distending her cunt-lips painfully wide open, hot and throbbing, pulsating and vibrating inside her.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned in a low, lust-laden tone.

"Mm c'mon ... *chul* ... Hansa *chul* ..." he murmured softly, her cunt like a furnace, hot and wet, clamping, sucking, spasming almost uncontrollably on his penis.

She released his cock, and leaned forward on both hands now. They paused for a long moment, savouring the exquisite delicacy of the sensations in their loins. Her head was arched, her back and lovely spine arched deeply inward, her buttocks flexed and taut as her cunt spasmed and clamped and sucked hard on his cock.

He caressed her gently, his hands sliding up and down her flanks and back and torso, making her shudder in delight. He reached around her and caught her rigid, throbbing nipples, twirling them in his fingers. His lips pressed hot at the nape of her neck, and her face turned now to one side, her lips questing for his. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, fencing it with her own.

Their lips parted reluctantly, plucking at each other's, and again his hands ventured over her slender body, exploring all of it, now at her cunt-lips, fingering her clitoris, now between her buttocks, lobing them open and teasing her puckered anus. She moaned thickly, overcome with lust.

Her hips began to writhe, undulating and rolling in heavy, slow circles, churning her cunt-flesh with his massive pestle. He gasped and leaned back on his buttocks, his hands prising her buttocks apart, his eyes rivetted by the sight of her expanding cunt-lips gyrating and slowly descending on the monstrous enormity of his penis.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her breath came in short, rasping gasps as her cunt sank and sank and sank, slowly descending the length of his cock, his penis dark and hard and thick and long disappearing inch by glorious inch into her hot cunt. He pressed his thumbs between her buttocks and she groaned as she felt the insistent pressure at her puckered anus.

Again she paused, and now only a good third of his cock still protruded from her impaled cunt. Her shoulders hunched, her head sagged and she gasped, her body heaving and shaking with tension, her belly and loins on fire, her breasts hurting. His cock was so big, so incredibly huge that she thought it would rip in her two from head to cunt, it must surely pierce her and erupt from her throat - and there was still more, and she wanted it all, every little bit; both knew that she could take it; that she would.

Gasping, she began to move before him, rocking back and forth, back and forth on her hands and knees. Her buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, her spine dipped and arched, her long *mangalsutra* tossed and swung. His cock emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her slim buttocks, her cunt rising up its length, then slithering down again.

His hands on her hips, he guided her motions, keeping her rhythm steady. With each downward thrust, her cunt slid down deeper and deeper on his cock. He himself did not move, letting her do the work, knowing well what utter satisfaction she derived from it.

Her buttocks flexed and unflexed rapidly in a squeezing motion, her cunt contracting powerfully on his penis. He grunted. Her belly drew in with the strain and now she was moving rapidly, jerking faster and faster up and down, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, faster and faster and faster.

"OH ... OHh ... uhh OHhhh ... Uhhhh ... OHhh ... uhh OHma uhhh Ohma uhh OHhhhmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhhh ohhhh ... *saheb* ohhh uhhh Ohhh ... OH ... Oh-OH- OHHH uhh OHHHHHHH!" she went.

She was gasping and panting, her head now arching, now sagging, now arching again, her voice ragged already. He fondled her expertly, his own belly sucked in, his hips utterly still, his head bent, watching her buttocks come down deeper and deeper onto his cock. He pursed his lips, his nostrils flared, heat and jizz surging in his loins, his cock hard and hot and throbbing, the thick veins standing out angrily along its length rasping against her inflamed clitoris.

She reached down again with one hand, her long finger coiling around the bulge of his shaft and the lower rim of his cock-head as her cunt glided up and down on his penis. She held it with elegance even then, at first with her fingers and thumb curled beneath the cock-head, then with the forefinger along the underside of the shaft, the other three fingers on the other side. She fondled his cock, jerking and squeezing it with increasing fervour, moving it round and round inside her hot cunt.

At last, she thrust down hard with a long, low cry and her cunt sank down deep, swallowing his penis smoothly to the very hilt. Instantly, he held her pinned, and the breath hissed from her fiercely clenched teeth. Again he fondled her breasts and kissed her. Teetering on the brink of an orgasm, Hansa reared up, her head flung back, her hands on her bent knees, her shoulders stooped, hollows deepening above her collarbone, her body bucking and jerking rapidly up and down, her gasps and moans rising and ululating.

Finally, he released her and she immediately resumed her rocking and jerking motion, riding him hard and rapidly, her cunt rising and falling, sliding up and down the gargantuan length of his penis, which glistened as it emerged and disappeared between her buttocks.

"Mmmm ... *hanh* ... c'mon ... Hansa *chul*!" he muttered thickly behind her.

She orgasmed hard, pinwheels exploding in her head and he gasped as he felt the hard spasm of her fiery cunt on his penis as she came in one tidal wave after the other. She tensed, arching her head, her body rigid with tension, her buttocks flexed taut, squeezing painfully on his penis as the orgasm thundered through her, leaving her panting and moaning and shuddering at the end.

Jayant held her gently as the spasms shook her body. She was gasping and moaning thickly, shaking still with the rigours and tremors. His cock was still rock-hard and swollen, throbbing gently and patiently inside her - something that continued to astonish her, no matter how often she slept with him. She knew that he could fuck her repeatedly.

She gasped as he slid out of her slowly, his cock virtually extruded from its position embedded deep in her cunt. For a moment, as she remained there on all fours, letting him decide, he was tempted by the wink of her anus. She especially enjoyed that and he knew that he could not disappoint her; he would have to fuck her ass before he was through. He decided against it for the moment, and gently, he turned her over onto her back on the floor. Mistaking his desire, her legs parted at once, welcoming him into her flesh again.

He smiled at her and slid over her, kissing her gently at first, then more deeply. She responded with a deep fondness and growing urgency, her tongue fencing against her, sucking on his lips, her hands busy between his legs. He broke from her and began to slide his lips down her body. He paused at her swollen breasts, and she gasped as his tongue swirled sexily over each nipple in turn, flicking and rolling it this way and that. He scbangd the nipples against his teeth, rolled them in his fingers, pinched and then kneaded the turgid, taut mounds. They felt hot and tight.

He parted his lips and her back bowed upward, hard, as he sucked sharply on one breast, her breath hissing from her throat in a shuddering gasp. He nibbled the breast, sucked on the nipple, plied it with his tongue, let go, resumed, let go, and then moved on to the other and repeated it.


"OHHHHHHHHH!" She gasped thickly as he took her *mangalsutra* in his lips and rolled the beads roughly over her hypersensitive, aching nipples. She thought her breasts would burst, so hard and taut were they, so full of lust.

Hansa felt her juices begin to ooze again, her body's lust heat flaming, tongues of passion licking at her genitals and breast-tips. Her entire body felt like one gigantic erogenous zone. His hands were everywhere, between her legs, at her anus, on her breasts, at her lips, everywhere. Jayant moved lower, his face nuzzling her smooth, flat belly and the soft fuzz between her thighs. Her cunt smelled musky and erotic and the cunt hair was damp, clinging to her skin.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hansa tensed as he burrowed deeper, her thighs splitting wide and high, her mons arching eagerly. She loved being tongue-fucked. Now he was bent deeply between her thighs, his face thrust forward at her cunt. He clawed her cunt-lips open and she gasped sharply as his hot breath and thick, rough tongue pierced her cunt. Her hips jerked and heaved, spasming under his face and her fingers dug into his hair, pinning him to her writhing loins.

Her hips ground round and round under his face and he tongue fucked her cunt now, slowly and steadily, sucking and nibbling on her inflamed clitoris and lapping at her oozing juices.

"OHHh ... *saheb-saheb-saheb* ... OHhhh ... uhhhh .... OHHh ... uhhh ... OHhhh ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... AHHHHH!!" she went.

Her head was arched to one side, her mouth open, her neck craned back and she was moaning and gasping, moving his head between her legs, fondling her breasts, hissing and gasping thickly. Fires roiled in her cunt and breasts, and she felt herself soaring again. He sensed it, heard her cries rise in urgency and, master that he was, stopped just in time. She moaned softly in frustration. He bent over her and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juice off his lips and tongue. It was incredibly erotic.

Now he rose to his feet again, making her kneel before him again and suck his cock for a second time. Her hunger was apparent now as she took him in deeply, sucking and licking his cock, jerking it, sucking his balls, moaning deeply. Her hand went between her legs and she started to masturbate while he fucked her mouth, holding her head in his hands and rocking it slowly between his gently pumping hips, his cock huge and dark and shining.

His balls surged afresh and he tugged at her again and drew her to her feet. He turned her around again and pressed her forward and she understood at once. This was a position both enjoyed.

Standing at the foot of the low, hard bed, Hansa bent forward and put her palms flat on the counterpane, spreading her legs apart and offering herself to Jayant for his pleasure. Her large, swollen, taut breasts swung pendulous. The long *mangalsutra* around her neck dangled low, rising high on the back of her long neck, hitting her chin. Her cunt was moist and ready, waiting for him. She raised one hand and thrust it between her legs, clawing her cunt-lips open to receive his gigantic cock.

Jayant grinned in pleasure at the sight of her smooth, naked back curving away from him, the superb sweep of it, with its gentle dip in the spine, exciting him. He shuffled behind her, between her legs, his rigid, throbbing, pulsating, fiery cock in his fingers and rummaged between her buttocks. For a second, he considered taking her ass, for she enjoyed that immensely. He would do so later; for now he wanted nothing more than to immerse himself in her cunt. Jayant smiled. Her cunt hair was neatly trimmed, welcoming.

He shuffled between her thighs, his cock in his hand and slowly squeezed it between the twin orbs of her creamy, outward lobing buttocks. She gasped audibly as he slid his cock-head further down to her cunt- lips. Her mind and body exulted in joy.

Slowly, Jayant squeezed his cock-head, just the cock- head into her crack. Hansa moaned thickly, her head rising as she felt the hard, throbbing heat of his cock. Her cunt sucked on it eagerly, wanting more.

He held her by the hips and, flexing his buttocks taut, slid his hips gently forward, skewering her cunt deeply, impaling her on his penis. His cock slid into her easily and smoothly and he gasped, flinging his handsome head back as her cunt spasmed feverishly. Deeper and deeper it went, hot and hard and thick, huge, burning, searing inside her. Again, she felt it would rip her asunder, tear her in two and come out of her throat, so big was it, so huge, so hot, so wonderful. It went deeper and deeper, touching the rim of her belly, till at last it was fully encased in her sopping wet, hot sheath, his thighs firm against her buttocks.

Hansa gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, biting her lower lip as she felt the searing, electric heat of his cock-head pass between her sopping cunt-lips, rasping against her clitoris. Jayant gasped at her heat, the taut, hungry clamp of her cunt. He eased in deeper still. Hansa's lips tore open in a low, shuddering moan. Jayant went in further, inching his way deep into her belly. His hands slid up under her and cupped her naked breasts, fondling them gently. Her shoulders were hollowed.

There was still a bit of it that he wanted to stick into her. He gripped her shoulders and rammed her down hard against his hips, burying himself fully into now, his balls between her thighs. Hansa cried out sharply, biting her lower lip in tension.

"Oh ma unhhhhh AHHHHHHH oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHH OH-OH-OH-OH-unhh-OHHHH!" she cried.

Hansa moaned and rocked on her feet and hands, her butt writhing and swaying at his hips. Jayant put his hands on her buttocks, prising them apart, watching her cunt writhe and wriggle, her hips swaying slowly, rocking back and forth, up and down the length of his monstrous cock. Her heat grew and she began to move faster still, moaning and gasping and crying out, her chains and bangles tinkling and her breasts jiggling.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He gripped them in his hands, gritted his teeth, and began to fuck her at last with a loud gasp, his head flung back, his hips thrusting forward uncontrollably, wanting to dip his flaming cock in her juicy, wet cunt.

He began to move faster, sliding out, thrusting in, sliding out, thrusting in, out, in, slowly at first, then faster and faster, driving the breath from her in a series of loud, shuddering cries and moans and grunts, *OHHh*'s and *UHHHHH*'s shooting out of her throat as his cock rammed into her belly from all angles, finding spots no man had before, her body rippling with a lust she had never known, till suddenly, the stars exploded in her head and she gasped, her pulse hammering in her head as she orgasmed wildly, her body shaking and trembling, tensing and arching, still rocking back and forth as he continued to plough into her hot furrow.

"OHHHhhhh uhhh OHh ma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh ahhhhh!" she cried, delirious with joy.

He paused for a long moment, regaining control, and she knew then that it was to be a long bout. She took several deep breaths, her hips gently gyrating and swinging in slow, heavy circles, her cunt mashing itself on his pestle.

He straightened and held her hips again.

"*Chul rundi* ... *haveh chul*!" he grunted. "C'mon whore ... now come on!"

He began to rock her on her hands and feet, back and forth, back and forth, holding her hips to move her, his own hips pumping with a steady, unhurried rhythm. She took over and began to move of her own accord, her *mangalsutra* swinging in wider arcs, tossing and flapping as she lurched and swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Occasionally, they swung their hips in circles, gasping as he took her deeper still, from all angles.

His cock glistened and shone, thick-veined and hard and dark and hot, emerging and disappearing between the smooth lobes of her buttocks, pranging her deep, sliding out, then pranging her again. He moved masterfully, fucking her like a god, in absolute control.

Hansa moaned loudly, her body blazing with lust. Her head was arched, her luscious lips drawn back in a rictus of passion, exposing her perfect teeth. Her face was an effulgence of pleasure. Her lovely eyes were half-closed, her slender nose was flared and the breath rattled in her throat, making her voice husky and erotic. Veins and tendons stood out in her throat, her shoulders were tense and hollowed as she rocked and swung, moaning and keening.

His cock was like a hot blade in her womb, piercing and skewering her without respite, relentless. His cock throbbed and pulsed like an electric prod in her belly; she could feel the hot blood and steaming jizz sizzle in the veins that stood out angrily down its length, clamouring for release, rasping delightfully against her inflamed, engorged clitoris, distending her dripping cunt-lips wide, reaming deep into her very being.

"OHHHHHHHHH *sahebhanh* UHHHHHH *hanh* uhhhh ohhhma uhh ahhhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh*hanh*uhhhh*Hanh*!!" she cried.

Jayant flung his head back, his fingers digging into her hips, his belly now sucked in with strain, his hips sliding back and forth, back and forth, crashing against her buttocks as he took her harder and deeper and faster. He clenched his teeth, his breath hissing softly, thickly, his superb, massive body cording with tension, the muscles rippling.

"Uhhh ohhhh uhhh uhhh ahhhhhhh uhhhhhh *hanh* uhhh *chul* ... *chul rundi chul* ... c'mon whore c'mon! H*anh* uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh OHHHH uhh OHHHHH!" he grunted thickly, obscenely.

He began to alternate his rhythm without warning. After several minutes of long, steady stroking he suddenly began to ram-fuck her with deep, hard, rapid thrusts, pounding his hips savagely at her cunt, building up steam, feeling his jizz swell his cock even more as her cunt spasmed uncontrollably on it, hot and tight as a vice, sucking taut and sharp. Just before he lost control, teetering on the verge of an orgasm, he slowed again.

Hansa bit her lower lip, beside herself. Her breasts and nipples ached for his touch, her cunt was a furnace. He caressed her breasts and she moaned, writhing beneath him. Again he struck a rapid, jack-hammer rhythm, reaming and ramming his cock deep into her. Again he slowed. Hansa whimpered, her slender legs trembling with the strain. Gently, Jayant let her sink to the floor, onto her knees, going down with her so that she was kneeling now, leaning over the edge of the bed, with him on his knees behind her.

She moaned softly, her face arching, her forearms along the bed, long fingers scrunching the counterpane as he resumed his lovemaking. Holding her slim hips, he began to rock back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, his hands everywhere, under her breasts, cupping and squeezing them hard, under her belly, thumbing her clitoris, caressing her.

His hips rocked slowly and unhurriedly back and forth, back and forth, his nostrils flared, the eyes glassy, grunting and panting heavily.

His enormous cock glistened as it stroked smoothly in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt, emerging and disappearing into the hair rimmed folds of her cunt-lips. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that spasmed and clamped on his penis. His cock throbbed and burned inside her, huge, impossible, his buttocks swinging now in circles, taking her from all angles, finding the innermost recesses of her being.

She began to whimper and moan as he expertly stoked her fires anew. Her body began to move with his, rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth beneath him. Her hips swung in pleasure, of their own accord, her buttocks writhing and rolling under his hips, flexing and unflexing as he ran his cock into her.

Then she rocked back and forth, up and down, her buttocks parting and closing as they swung up and down, her body gently arching and bowing alternately beneath him, her cunt sliding down, off his cock, then slithering back up to impale itself on his throbbing member again. Her cunt contracted on his penis and Jayant moaned softly in deep pleasure.

His rhythm quickened. Hers matched his pace, her buttocks now not swinging or swaying but bucking and jerking rapidly up and down, up and down, up and down, pumping and pounding at his jouncing loins.

Now he was pistoning rapidly in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt, biting his lower lip in tension, his handsome head flung back, hands on her hollowed shoulders, jerking her hard down onto his penis as he slammed into her. She began to moan and cry out loudly as his cock plundered her flesh, thundering in and out like a battering ram, going faster and faster and faster still till he was pounding and reaming and ram-fucking her cunt, his balls thumping against her slender buttocks.