18-06-2019, 04:10 PM
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Jayant loved Anuja's breasts. He loved the way they bounced when she moved, their shape and weight and form, the way they filled his hands when he cupped them, jutting proudly over her firm, flat belly, her nipples hardening immediately and readily at his slightest touch.
He loved fondling them, kissing them, licking and sucking them, fucking them with his big, erect penis.
Anuja was elated by his devotion. His unbridled adulation and incessant adoration of her body, bordering on worship, were exhilarating.
She loved the way he fucked her, moving from wondering awe as he fondled her breasts, to the eager frenzy of the callow adolescent and culminating in the gently reflective second round of sex of a man much older.
She loved his clean, handsome features and masculine body, the smooth, hairless torso that swept in an erotically savage, slashing V from his shoulders to his hips.
Best of all was his cock, the thick, long mass of cartilage that filled her cunt or mouth or anus just so, hard and hot and throbbing hungrily in her flesh.
It was perfect, just right, not too big to cause pain, yet large enough to stretch her flesh to its fullest, to probe the innermost recesses of her hungry orifices.
They missed no chance to fuck and explored each other's bodies fully, to the minutest detail till there was nothing each did not know about the other.
During that wonderful, erotic holiday in Bombay, they fucked more often and in more ways than they could remember.
Anuja enjoyed performing for him and Jayant discovered that it excited him enormously. He watched her get laid by the servant, Baban, and other servants from the neighbourhood and shot several video tapes of her in action with them.
Anuja congratulated him when she saw the results, saying they were the sexiest things she had seen in a long time. She wasn't exaggerating.
The footage was mind-blowing. Jayant had taken shots of Baban fucking her mouth, standing in front of her; of her going down on him, licking and sucking his penis wantonly; of him licking her slit, rimming her anus.
There were lengthy sequences of Baban or another servant fucking her, standing or kneeling behind her or squatting deeply over her hips and, fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks, hammering his hips at her buttocks, plunging his swollen cock in and out of her cunt while Anuja moaned and cried out in pleasure, rocking and jerking under him.
Her breasts wobbling and jiggling furiously, her long gold necklace tossing and flapping, she was the very picture of lust.
There were other shots, too, of her astride a lover, jigging and bucking up and down on his rampant penis, her head flung back, her hands cupping her bouncing breasts, crushing and squeezing them in unfaked joy.
Still others, of her on her back, her body rocking and jerking and thrashing and writhing passionately as a handsome man plunged his cock into her cunt, thrusting furiously in and out of her teenage flesh.
Jayant even filmed her in menages, two and even three men fucking her simultaneously in every orifice. Anuja was a delight to watch, lust and pleasure written in every line.
Inevitably, they fell in love. Jayant often said he wanted to marry only her. Anuja herself wanted nothing else. But they were first cousins and matrimony was out of the question.
They resigned themselves to the fact and continued their clandestine relationship. Except the servants, no one in the family suspected anything unusual.
Indeed, their parents indulged them, remarking how nice it was that the two were such good friends and so happy together.
As the years passed, both went through other lovers. They kept no secrets and their letters, when he was in Aurangabad and she in Bombay, were full of lurid details of their sexual liaisons with others.
Sometimes, she sent him photographs of her with her other lovers and these he cherished.
The pressure to marry mounted. Oddly, she resisted longer than he. When they were twenty-two, he succumbed to family pressure and agreed to marry Vaishali, whom he had been seeing for several months.
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Jayant loved Anuja's breasts. He loved the way they bounced when she moved, their shape and weight and form, the way they filled his hands when he cupped them, jutting proudly over her firm, flat belly, her nipples hardening immediately and readily at his slightest touch.
He loved fondling them, kissing them, licking and sucking them, fucking them with his big, erect penis.
Anuja was elated by his devotion. His unbridled adulation and incessant adoration of her body, bordering on worship, were exhilarating.
She loved the way he fucked her, moving from wondering awe as he fondled her breasts, to the eager frenzy of the callow adolescent and culminating in the gently reflective second round of sex of a man much older.
She loved his clean, handsome features and masculine body, the smooth, hairless torso that swept in an erotically savage, slashing V from his shoulders to his hips.
Best of all was his cock, the thick, long mass of cartilage that filled her cunt or mouth or anus just so, hard and hot and throbbing hungrily in her flesh.
It was perfect, just right, not too big to cause pain, yet large enough to stretch her flesh to its fullest, to probe the innermost recesses of her hungry orifices.
They missed no chance to fuck and explored each other's bodies fully, to the minutest detail till there was nothing each did not know about the other.
During that wonderful, erotic holiday in Bombay, they fucked more often and in more ways than they could remember.
Anuja enjoyed performing for him and Jayant discovered that it excited him enormously. He watched her get laid by the servant, Baban, and other servants from the neighbourhood and shot several video tapes of her in action with them.
Anuja congratulated him when she saw the results, saying they were the sexiest things she had seen in a long time. She wasn't exaggerating.
The footage was mind-blowing. Jayant had taken shots of Baban fucking her mouth, standing in front of her; of her going down on him, licking and sucking his penis wantonly; of him licking her slit, rimming her anus.
There were lengthy sequences of Baban or another servant fucking her, standing or kneeling behind her or squatting deeply over her hips and, fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks, hammering his hips at her buttocks, plunging his swollen cock in and out of her cunt while Anuja moaned and cried out in pleasure, rocking and jerking under him.
Her breasts wobbling and jiggling furiously, her long gold necklace tossing and flapping, she was the very picture of lust.
There were other shots, too, of her astride a lover, jigging and bucking up and down on his rampant penis, her head flung back, her hands cupping her bouncing breasts, crushing and squeezing them in unfaked joy.
Still others, of her on her back, her body rocking and jerking and thrashing and writhing passionately as a handsome man plunged his cock into her cunt, thrusting furiously in and out of her teenage flesh.
Jayant even filmed her in menages, two and even three men fucking her simultaneously in every orifice. Anuja was a delight to watch, lust and pleasure written in every line.
Inevitably, they fell in love. Jayant often said he wanted to marry only her. Anuja herself wanted nothing else. But they were first cousins and matrimony was out of the question.
They resigned themselves to the fact and continued their clandestine relationship. Except the servants, no one in the family suspected anything unusual.
Indeed, their parents indulged them, remarking how nice it was that the two were such good friends and so happy together.
As the years passed, both went through other lovers. They kept no secrets and their letters, when he was in Aurangabad and she in Bombay, were full of lurid details of their sexual liaisons with others.
Sometimes, she sent him photographs of her with her other lovers and these he cherished.
The pressure to marry mounted. Oddly, she resisted longer than he. When they were twenty-two, he succumbed to family pressure and agreed to marry Vaishali, whom he had been seeing for several months.
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