Fantasy VijayaLakshmi- A Legion of Sex by shanti2010-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Sheila?" he murmured.

"Mm?"

"You still whoring?"

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

"Give him time."

"He spends too much on his whores."

"Including you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. Very good."

"Really?"

"Yes. More than I can handle sometimes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" she looked down at him puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

"What about her?"

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

"Am I?" she smiled wantonly, writhing her hips on his groin, flexing and un-flexing her buttocks rhythmically, squeezing her cunt over his cock so that he groaned and lurched up under her. "See? See how good that is? Now that's a trick few women know without being taught. It's good for me, too, and why shouldn't my own sister know it? Think about it, Uncle, next time you see her. Think about how it would be to fuck her. She's lovely, she's nineteen, she's hot, she has a great body. Just imagine her, moaning and gasping and sweating, sucking your cock, squeezing it in her cunt ... she'll be a great fuck, just watch. She'll be very good, and you're going to love every minute of it. Just imagine! Wouldn't it be grand? If you were fucking *both* sisters? All of you?"

"Sheila!"

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

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

"So? Harish did the same when he asked you to fuck me, offered my body to you. You didn't say no then, why are you hesitating now? Better you, who I know, a guy who fucks well and knows how to keep a woman happy, better one of you I know than some idiot who will give her only pain and no pleasure. And what's new about it in this family, tell me? You've always fucked me, you and Sravan, ever since Harish introduced me to you. We've always enjoyed our sex. We still do. You've often told me how you used to fuck our mother, while Dad watched and encouraged you. How, often, all three of you would fuck her together. So I guess it must be in our blood, Uncle, yours and mine, too. I'm just like you. I fuck my own brother, Harish, and your elder boy and Sravan's.You've seen me with Jose and Kartik, haven't you? Weren't you the one who asked me to help Jose? Like Sravan did for Kartik? And didn't I do it? Give them their first fucks? Show them how to fuck a woman like a woman should be fucked? So I'm asking you to return the favour. Do for me and my sister what I did, and still do, for you and your sons. And let them fuck her, too. They're good and they'll be good for her."

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

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

She slid off his cock and turned around again on her front, bending steeply this time, spreading her legs wide, and thrusting her buttocks up at him. Coomar rose, his eyes glittering with lust and dropped in a deep squat over her flared hips. He pushed his cock between her buttocks and then, taking a breath, flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward. His cock-head popped into her anus and Sheila cried out, her face twisting in a paroxysm of excitement, her fingers scrunching the sheets, her head whipping up, her lips snapping back, her mouth tearing open, her long neck craned.

Above her, Coomar groaned, his fingertips pressed into the flesh of her buttocks and flung his head back, his eyes closed.

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

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

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

"Do it, Uncle! Fuck my ass ... fuck it hard! Just like you're going to with Vijaya ... just like the others will ... just like ... Uncle Sravan... and Kartik ... and Jose ... and Harish and Shankar ... will fuck her ... like a whore, baby ... like a whore ... like a rutting whore, Uncle Coomar ... like a whore! Like ... like *me*!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

VijayaLakshmi- A Legion of Sex Ch. 07

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

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

The door was slightly ajar when she went out to answer it. Vijaya stopped. It was always bolted each night, but now the bolt and the door were open. She felt a twinge of unease as she peered cautiously around the door. She was just in time to see Sheila and the milkman disappear into the stuffy little store-room that opened off the landing. Her jaw dropped in shock as she realized at once what was going on for, as Sheila stooped from the waist to undo the padlock on the store-room door, the milkman was right there with her, grinning, his hands caressing her buttocks and she was smiling wantonly over her shoulder at him.

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

Suddenly Vijaya realized that the store-room landing was probably the best place for Sheila if she wanted an early morning fuck with the milkman. The flat was on the top floor of the building, and no one came up except to go to the terrace, and no one went there still very much later in the day. The store-room was a separate little room with no access from their flat. It served as a larder and store for junk.

Besides, the flat was the only one on the floor -- unlike the lower floors which had two flats with doors facing each other across the landings. Inside the house or out on the landing would be much too risky at this time.

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

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

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

Sheila was on her knees before the milk guy and his shorts were trucked to his ankles. He was gasping and moaning, his head rolling on his shoulders, his hips pumping. She sucked his cock hungrily, his hips bucking at her face, her head moving swiftly to and fro, to and fro, to and fro. The man's erect cock shone and throbbed in her fist as she masturbated him the while. Her tongue swirled rapidly over his cock-head and she cocked an eye at his face and seemed to smile in pleasure at the lust on it. She thrust her face forward and took his cock deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her head rocking back and forth before his juddering loins.

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

Sheila sucked relentlessly on his penis, harder and faster, till he caved in and exploded in her mouth with an animal grunt. Like Kartik had done with Shanti and Coomar with Sheila, the milkman shot thick jets of sticky white spoot into Sheila's mouth. She let it dribble down over her face and lips and neck and down her cleavage, caressing her face with his prick, licking it clean. The man pushed her head away and bent to tug on his shorts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vijaya found him very sexy. He was dressed as always only in a pair of shorts and an open shirt that flapped wide, held by the single, very last button. He was tall and lean and dark with a solid, hard chest, deep and muscular, broad shoulders, a flat belly with small hips and taut buttocks. His torso was smooth and dark and hairless. The arms and forearms were broad and thick with long, sinewed muscle. He had a clean-shaven, square-jawed face, the eyes small and piercing, the nose strong and long, the mouth wide with strong, even teeth. He was a little older than the guy of the morning before, perhaps eighteen or twenty. His slim, even cruel lips parted as he ogled Sheila with mounting lust. Her own lust grew at sight and smell of him, the sheen of sweat on his body arousing her intensely.

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

Sheila bit her lower lip and stifled a moan, her nostrils flared, her eyes glassy and half- shut with excitement. She caressed his damp torso, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it wide open, kissing and licking his nipples, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest and belly. Slowly, she slid her fingers under the waistband of his shorts. The man stiffened. Vijaya saw her eyes dilate in surprise and pleasure and the man grinned as she looked up at him and thrust her hand in deeper, gripping his cock and jerking it.

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

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

He was right. It was an unusually large member.

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

Sheila moaned softly, her eyes half closed as she stroked and caressed his cock, cupping and rubbing his balls, fisting and jerking him steadily. The man grunted, his head bent, blowing his breath out to keep control, his chest heaving, belly drawn in with the strain.

Then Sheila parted her lips and quickly slid them down deep around his cock, sucking hard. The man cried out in shock and surprise, gasping, his head arching back, his belly snapping in his hips jerking forward at her face. He gripped the back of her head and pumped his hips, fucking her mouth rapidly as Sheila sucked him off expertly.

She had his cock in her fist, jerking it swiftly, her head bobbing rapidly to and fro, her tongue winding and coiling serpentine about the bulbous cock-head. His cock shone with her spittle and pre-cum gunk, gobs of it appearing on her lips and fingers, sticky and warm.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheila's face rolled from side to side, her hands rising to link behind his neck, digging in fiercely. Her body jerked and rocked, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing on her dusky skin. She soared over the crest of her orgasm, her cunt convulsing and spasm, hot and tight on his searing cock, as the milkman screwed her like a gutter slut. He felt the warm ooze of her cum on his cock and moaned. Instantly, she opened her legs wide, unhooking them and spread them wide for him, her hands flying down to clench his buttocks, parting the lobes, her slender, shapely finger slipping between them to his anus.

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

Faster and faster he went, his hips swinging and rocking madly up and down, his glistening cock piston in and out of her cunt. Her body jerked and writhed under his, her breasts jiggling and jumping, her sexy gold necklace dancing on her honey skin. Her nipples were rock-hard and she hissed loudly in pleasure, sliding her hands up her body to cup and squeezes them sexily, her head turning from side to side.

Vijaya saw that he was good at it. He found a rhythm, rapid and deep, piercing and skewering her cunt powerfully, and held it for a long time. She groaned, soaring up to another orgasm. He continued fucking her. Suddenly, he slid out of her and, rearing on his knees, made her turn on her front on the cool tiled floor. Sheila whimpered thickly, turned on her forearms and knees before the milkman. He chuckled softly, his mouth open, panting heavily, and, taking his cock in his hand, squeezed it slowly between her buttocks and into her cunt.

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

The youth chuckled and began fucking her rapidly from behind like a bitch in heat. Gripping her hips, he swung his own back and forth in a rapid-fire rhythm, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt, his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks. His cock appeared and disappeared between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Her gold necklace dangled and swung. Her swollen, succulent, pendulous breasts jiggled with his thrusts. He slid his hands up under her body and squeezed them eagerly, pinching and tweaking her erect nipples. Sheila shuddered and moaned, rocking back and forth on all fours, running her cunt up and down the length of his bloated penis.

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

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

She came yet again and now he lost control, gasping and wincing, and, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, rammed his cock into her hard, once, twice, three, four, five times, each thrust making her lurch forward and cry out sharply and thinly. He rammed in yet again and then, his buttocks flexed taut, his hips twitching at her buttocks, groaned loudly as the heat erupted from his cock in a volcanic explosion. Beneath him, Sheila gasped, shuddering and mewing in pleasure as the heavy flood of his hot, creamy jizz spurted and spurted and spurted into her sodden slit.

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

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

"And after that."

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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

VijayaLakshmi- A Legion of Sex Ch. 08

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

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

Sheila was beautiful. Her skin was dusky and creamy, her body firm and well curved. Her breasts were full and round. They were swollen now, her aureoles puckered with excitement, the stubby nipples nut-hard. Her belly was firm and flat, and her hips flared to nice legs. Her limbs were slender and shapely. Her feet and hands were slender and well-formed. She wore a gold ring on her ring finger. Her lovely face was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back, her rosebud lips parted, her small, perfect teeth bared in a rictus of lust. Her slender nose was flared.

Her body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as her brother fucked her rapidly. Harish was bent over her on his knuckles and knees, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins. He was dark and lean, with a finely muscled, strong body. He was handsome and tall and looked wiry and tough. His shoulders were wide, the arms and legs filled with long, thick, sinewy muscle. His chest was hard and cleaved the belly flat. His hips were small, the buttocks firm and taut. His torso was smooth and hairless.

He was intensely good-looking, with fine, chiseled features: clean-shaven, square-jawed, with a sharp, aquiline nose, a wide, slim mouth, teeth that were very white and strong and dark, deep-set eyes. His hair was cut in short plucks, swept back over a wide brow. His penis was huge. Vijaya reckoned it to be over nine inches long and correspondingly thick.

Sheila obviously loved every inch it. She was on her back, her legs forked and spread with Harish bucking between them. Her legs were curled about his thighs. Her hips heaved up at his. Vijaya stared at them. Harish's swollen, glistening cock, ridged with thick veins, plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. He could hear it squelching into her belly, rasping out, squelching in again, drawing shuddering moans from her. Her body snapped and bowed with his savage thrusts, curling under his. Her head flipped from side to side. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The thin gold chain around her neck tossed and slithered between her breasts.

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

"Ohhh Harish-Harish-Hauhhry! unhhh ... oh-ohh-ohh!" she gasped loudly. "*Hanh* uhh uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh uhh ohmauhhohhhuhh oh oh ohhh uhh ohhmaohmaohmaohhhhh!"

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

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

Harish slowed suddenly and she moaned, squeezing her breasts in her hands, rolling the heavy mounds under her palms, tweaking her nipples. She caressed his hard chest and belly, and then her hands slid to her loins and Vijaya saw her left hand encircle his piston shaft, the right clawing her cunt-lips open. Harish's cock rasped between her fingers. Vijaya thought the sight of the dark cock in her fair fingers, under her gold band, was incredibly sexy.

Harish's hips rose and fell rose and fell, his cock gliding smoothly, deeply, in and out, in and out, in and out. She whimpered and arched, writhing in pleasure and began to orgasm, her body stiffening suddenly under him, twitching as the waves crashed over her. Her body arched to his, pressing hard against him, her fingers digging into his strong shoulders. When she had finished, Harish slowly pulled out of her. His cock was still rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders hunched, her pretty face turned to one side, begging for more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harish pressed his cock-head to her anus. Vijaya saw her tense. Harish chuckled and spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around at her anus. He guided it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed. Sheila tensed and bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled. Her breasts and the gold chain swung free. Harish splayed her buttocks with one hand and slowly pushed his cock-head inward. It found its target, held. Sheila gasped and stiffened. Her fingers clawed. She clenched a towel rod on the tiled counter wall. Harish slid his hips forward.

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

Harish's head jerked back and he gasped. Vijaya watched transfixed as the huge cock slithered between her buttocks, vanishing inexorably into her rear channel. Harish clenched her buttocks, pulled them wide, and thrust deeper and deeper and deeper. Sheila began to pant in pain and joy, her voice ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn open, her head jerked up. In and in and in he went, gritting his teeth, biting his lower lip, his head falling on his chest, now holding her hips and driving deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Sheila sobbed, her breath coming in heaving rasps.

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

She was enjoying it! Sheila was actually enjoying it! Vijaya watched in amazement and mounting excitement. Harish leaned forward and squeezed her swollen breasts hard. They grew slippery with the butter. He stroked and caressed her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her breasts again. Holding her hips, he began move his own slowly, fucking her ass. Sheila gasped, rocking and lurching beneath him, turning her arm to cup her dangling breast, squeezing and kneading it in excitement.

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

"C'mon, whore ... c'mon ... take it ... take my cock right up your ass, Sheila whore ... just like you do with the servant, baby ... and with Kartik ... and Jose ... and Uncle Sravan ... and Uncle Coomar ...and *me*! Take it, whore! Take it! *Le*, *rundi*, *le*! *Lele* *mere* *lund* *ko*!" Harish cried.

He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris. Sheila gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and fro of her own accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft. Harish began to move faster. His belly sucked in. Controlling her movements with his fingertips on her upper buttocks, he impaled her asshole with his penis, shoving it in, pulling out, thrust in again. His cock shone and glistened as it emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. Her cries were small, broken, her face distorted in a rictus of agonized passion. Harish moved faster still, his hips jerking rapidly to and fro, his cock gliding in and out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheila groaned. Harish smiled and pulled her head down to his groin. Vijaya was now totally dumbstruck. Harish's butter-smeared penis, glistening with the juices from her cunt and anus was at her face. Laughing softly at her head bent over his lap, Harish stroked her face with it, teasing her, dodging her questing lips. Finally, he relented and let her have it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the sticky, slimy, slippery cock-head. She began to lick it eagerly, like a hungry puppy, running her tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't seem to matter that it had just invaded her asshole.

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

She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his cock-shaft. Her cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck his cock, jerking is cock, holding his thigh, her cheeks hollowing. Her head moved back and forth on his twitching loins. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Harish gasped, flinging his head back and groaning in delight. His belly drew in with tension. She cupped his low, heavy balls, fondling them. He looked down at her, one hand on her head, jerking it to and fro. She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered like lightning over his glans. Harish lost control.

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

Harish grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Sheila licked his thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Vijaya watched pop-eyed, as she lifted her breasts and rubbed them into the puddled gunk on the counter in an utterly wanton action. She rose with her breasts shining with gunk and arched her chest to his head, sliding an arm around his neck, drawing his lips to her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her face creased in a smile of delight as his tongue and teeth caressed her nipples.

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

SEEING KARTIK AND SHANTI and her sister Sheila and Coomar and Sheila and the milkman and Sheila and their brother Harish -- *especially* her sister and Harish -- Vijaya was in a complete daze. She couldn't believe what she had seen and heard. Her sister was a *whore*.

A proper, full-fledged whore. Who took money to let money fuck her and her sister slept with ... no, her sister *fucked* Uncle Coomar. And Uncle Sravan. And their cousins, Kartik and Jose. And the servant, Shankar.

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

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

It was too much to comprehend all at once, and it took Vijaya several days to fully understand the dimensions of the revelation. Once she had grasped its implications, she felt much calmer and decided she would have to make good choice for a first lover. She debated for several days, during which time she watched Kartik and Shanti fucking, and Uncle Sravan and Sheila, and Sheila with Kartik and with Jose. On one hot afternoon, she watched Harish fuck Sheila while their cousins Kartik and Jose waited their turn. Then, after Harish was done, creaming copiously in Sheila's butt, the two cousins fucked her together while Harish took photographs and shot a video. Vijaya moaned in excitement, aching to suck her brother's penis, her lust inflamed by its enormity.

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

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

And then there was the servant, Shankar, muscular and good-looking, though not very tall, but with strong features, a square jaw, a straight nose, dark eyes, thick black hair and a manly square jaw.

Unlike most servants, he was clean-shaven, abjuring the wispy mustaches the others favored. His body was sexy, wide-shouldered, broad in the chest, with a hard belly, slim waist and thickly muscled arms and legs. She watched him fuck Sheila one day, taking her rapidly and deeply, mouthing sexy obscenities, fucking her again and again while Sheila orgasm repeatedly.

She couldn't make up her mind. Kartik and Jose were closer to her age, and that made them sexier. But they were relatively inexperienced. Uncle Coomar and Uncle Sravan seemed too old for her; she wanted a sense of exhilaration and exploration, not a sense of deliberation. Harish was ... well, she wanted to save Harish. It had to be special with him. And he was too close, he was her brother. She wasn't quite ready for that. She wanted a man who would take her like a woman, like a *whore*, not someone who knew he had to tutor her.

That left Shankar. Perhaps, after all, it would be best with him. And there was something indefinably risqué, inherently erotic, about fucking the *servant*, a man who was not her peer, socially. It had an element that others would see as sleaze but, to her, was more a question of raw lust. With him, there would be no complicated family issues, no vexing emotional ties; just sex, pure, hard, simple.

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

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

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

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

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

"What? What honor, Sheila? What guy?"

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

"Sheila!"

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

"Sheila, what are you saying!"

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

Vijaya stared at her in the mirror.

"Haven't you? Well?"

Slowly, Vijaya nodded.

"And dreaming of it?"

Vijaya nodded again.

"Ever seen a cock? A man naked?"

Vijaya hesitated. Then she nodded.

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

Vijaya paused. Then, in a very soft voice, she said, "Kartik. Jose. Uncle Coomar. Uncle Sravan."

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

Vijaya looked her in the eye and then suddenly, wickedly, grinned. "Actually, yes. I've been watching Kartik and Shanti. And Kartik and Jose and Uncle Coomar and Uncle Sravan with you. And Shankar. And I saw Kartik's sexy movies and read his magazines. And yes, I've been masturbating."

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

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

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

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

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

"I haven't. Not yet."

"Can I make a suggestion?"

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

"Shankar."

"What?"

"Fuck Shankar."

"The servant? That Shankar?"

"Yes. That Shankar. The servant."

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

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

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

"Tell me why you want him."

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

"No, you tell me."

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

"What do you want, then?"

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

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

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

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

"What's *your* reason?"

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

"Why not?"

"Because, child, that's not half as much fun, and it's not nearly as good that way. You have to get him hot for you. Tempt him. Tease him. Flirt with him. Get him hot and excited, have him ogle you so that he's panting to fuck you, wanting you. You must draw it out. Then, when it does happen, it's explosive. Absolutely volcanic. Trust me.

It'll bring out the fire in him and if you let him know it's the first time for you, he'll be even more excited and the fucking will be that much better."

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

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

Something like that."

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

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

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

Vijaya was silent, holding her sister close.

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

Sheila sensed the tension and apprehension in her sister and smiled, stroking her hair tenderly. "You're lovely, Vijaya," she said softly.

"Very lovely, very sexy. You will be good in bed, and you will enjoy yourself. Remember that -- it's the only thing that matter – enjoy the sex, learn to relish fucking. There's no joy like it in anything else. Be happy, Vijaya. Always be happy."

The End

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Nice story