18-06-2019, 04:52 PM
He jerked out of her and throwing her on her back shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked it obediently and, within seconds, he came.
He gasped and grinned in relief as the heat surged from his loins and spurted in thick hot jets into her mouth and over her face and breasts.
"Good fuck," he muttered and rolled off the bed without a backward glance.
Karan clapped him on the back. "That was great, kid," he said softly. "You did good. Now one more job. Get behind the camera and shoot some footage."
He nodded at the two cameramen who had already dropped their trousers and were moving forward. "Their turn now."
Avinash grinned and nodded. "Sure. Give me a smoke, boss."
"Help yourself," Karan laughed offering him a packet of State Express.
Avinash lit up and moved to the cameramen. They grinned in appreciation and, in the next few minutes, explained to him how the equipment was to be operated.
Avinash had a fascination for all things electronic and the sophisticated gadgetry excited him. He fiddled with the gear.
"Go for it, fellas," he muttered. "Fuck the shit out of that broad."
The two cameramen were slim and wiry with good cocks. Arun was the better looking of the two, with a handsome physique, his torso matted with fine hair.
Santosh was stockier and heavier, but he had a bigger penis, about eight inches long and correspondingly thick.
They stripped off their clothes and got into bed with Kavita. She smiled wantonly at them, lust in every line on her face.
Arun pulled her to her knees and, standing on the bed, started fucking her mouth. Santosh knelt behind her and caressed her body, fondling her breasts and cunt, pressing his cock to her buttocks.
Avinash filmed them steadily, fascinated by the equipment and what he could do with it. It changed the perspective. It was a totally new way of seeing: Disembodied, detached, objective and utterly relentless.
Looking through the viewfinder stripped him of all emotion. The events of the past hour or more had drained him of all feeling.
Now the camera gave him a fresh lease, opened another window, through which he could watch his beloved being used as a cheap whore without being touched by the sight. His response was entirely physical.
It was very sexy, very exciting and he felt his erection growing as he ran the film.
He explored different angles, taking tight close-ups and lingering, fluid pans down their bodies, filling the frame with shots of sweat-slippery flesh, luscious, smooth curves, moist cunt-flesh and glistening, throbbing penises.
He moved around in excitement, watching as the two men fucked her mouth in turn and
then together and then started fucking her simultaneously.
Arun made her back down onto his upright penis and started fucking her rapidly from behind while Santosh fucked her mouth.
Avinash filmed her naked body writhing and lurching between theirs, her swollen, pendulous breasts bouncing and jiggling, Arun's penis plunging in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the smooth curves of her buttocks, while Santosh's penis filled her mouth and distended her face.
He lingered in shots of her breasts in Arun's hands, her rigid nipples pinched in his fingers, his lips hot on the nape of her neck. He dwelt lovingly on the expressions of raw lust on their faces.
They exchanged positions and continued fucking her and they fucked her one by one on her back, then on her front, then with her on top.
Avinash felt disembodied, as if he was outside himself, stripped of all feeling, responding only to the throbbing in his loins submerged and drowning in the impersonal eroticism of pornographic film-making.
They fucked her together again in her cunt and mouth and then, turning her on her side, fucked her cunt and ass together, their swollen, bloated penises sawing furiously in and out of her flesh.
Kavita gasped and rocked between them, kissing one, then the other, mewing her pleasure as her flesh was raided for the umpteenth time that afternoon.
At last, the two men were done. They exploded violently over her body and slowly rolled away with satisfied sighs.
Behind the camera array, Avinash straightened and smiled in pleasure, shutting down the system. The images through the viewfinder were still vivid.
As Kavita curled on the bed, exhausted, panting and moaning, Avinash moved to Sheela and thrust his cock at her face. The others gaped at him. He winked broadly at them. Sheela whimpered and sucked his cock.
Avinash fucked her mouth swiftly and orgasmed within seconds, shooting jizz into her mouth and spattering her face and breasts. Karan laughed.
Avinash stepped back and lit another cigarette. Karan gave him a drink, saying it was whisky.
Another drink was poured for Kavita and, gently, Sheela made her sip it, holding her head in her lap.
The glass slipped from Avinash fingers and rolled across the carpet. He stared at it in dismay. It seemed very far away. He looked around.
The bed seemed to be a mile distant, fuzzy and shimmering. He couldn't see the faces of the others. He squinted and the ceiling swayed over his head.
He couldn't move his hands and legs.
He tried to walk and suddenly the floor heaved and rocked upward and he felt himself falling, falling, falling, and there was a cold darkness crawling up his naked body and engulfing his soul.
[i]End of Part 11
The Demons Of Youth
Will be posting
Part 12
Whorrorscope[/i]
He gasped and grinned in relief as the heat surged from his loins and spurted in thick hot jets into her mouth and over her face and breasts.
"Good fuck," he muttered and rolled off the bed without a backward glance.
Karan clapped him on the back. "That was great, kid," he said softly. "You did good. Now one more job. Get behind the camera and shoot some footage."
He nodded at the two cameramen who had already dropped their trousers and were moving forward. "Their turn now."
Avinash grinned and nodded. "Sure. Give me a smoke, boss."
"Help yourself," Karan laughed offering him a packet of State Express.
Avinash lit up and moved to the cameramen. They grinned in appreciation and, in the next few minutes, explained to him how the equipment was to be operated.
Avinash had a fascination for all things electronic and the sophisticated gadgetry excited him. He fiddled with the gear.
"Go for it, fellas," he muttered. "Fuck the shit out of that broad."
The two cameramen were slim and wiry with good cocks. Arun was the better looking of the two, with a handsome physique, his torso matted with fine hair.
Santosh was stockier and heavier, but he had a bigger penis, about eight inches long and correspondingly thick.
They stripped off their clothes and got into bed with Kavita. She smiled wantonly at them, lust in every line on her face.
Arun pulled her to her knees and, standing on the bed, started fucking her mouth. Santosh knelt behind her and caressed her body, fondling her breasts and cunt, pressing his cock to her buttocks.
Avinash filmed them steadily, fascinated by the equipment and what he could do with it. It changed the perspective. It was a totally new way of seeing: Disembodied, detached, objective and utterly relentless.
Looking through the viewfinder stripped him of all emotion. The events of the past hour or more had drained him of all feeling.
Now the camera gave him a fresh lease, opened another window, through which he could watch his beloved being used as a cheap whore without being touched by the sight. His response was entirely physical.
It was very sexy, very exciting and he felt his erection growing as he ran the film.
He explored different angles, taking tight close-ups and lingering, fluid pans down their bodies, filling the frame with shots of sweat-slippery flesh, luscious, smooth curves, moist cunt-flesh and glistening, throbbing penises.
He moved around in excitement, watching as the two men fucked her mouth in turn and
then together and then started fucking her simultaneously.
Arun made her back down onto his upright penis and started fucking her rapidly from behind while Santosh fucked her mouth.
Avinash filmed her naked body writhing and lurching between theirs, her swollen, pendulous breasts bouncing and jiggling, Arun's penis plunging in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the smooth curves of her buttocks, while Santosh's penis filled her mouth and distended her face.
He lingered in shots of her breasts in Arun's hands, her rigid nipples pinched in his fingers, his lips hot on the nape of her neck. He dwelt lovingly on the expressions of raw lust on their faces.
They exchanged positions and continued fucking her and they fucked her one by one on her back, then on her front, then with her on top.
Avinash felt disembodied, as if he was outside himself, stripped of all feeling, responding only to the throbbing in his loins submerged and drowning in the impersonal eroticism of pornographic film-making.
They fucked her together again in her cunt and mouth and then, turning her on her side, fucked her cunt and ass together, their swollen, bloated penises sawing furiously in and out of her flesh.
Kavita gasped and rocked between them, kissing one, then the other, mewing her pleasure as her flesh was raided for the umpteenth time that afternoon.
At last, the two men were done. They exploded violently over her body and slowly rolled away with satisfied sighs.
Behind the camera array, Avinash straightened and smiled in pleasure, shutting down the system. The images through the viewfinder were still vivid.
As Kavita curled on the bed, exhausted, panting and moaning, Avinash moved to Sheela and thrust his cock at her face. The others gaped at him. He winked broadly at them. Sheela whimpered and sucked his cock.
Avinash fucked her mouth swiftly and orgasmed within seconds, shooting jizz into her mouth and spattering her face and breasts. Karan laughed.
Avinash stepped back and lit another cigarette. Karan gave him a drink, saying it was whisky.
Another drink was poured for Kavita and, gently, Sheela made her sip it, holding her head in her lap.
The glass slipped from Avinash fingers and rolled across the carpet. He stared at it in dismay. It seemed very far away. He looked around.
The bed seemed to be a mile distant, fuzzy and shimmering. He couldn't see the faces of the others. He squinted and the ceiling swayed over his head.
He couldn't move his hands and legs.
He tried to walk and suddenly the floor heaved and rocked upward and he felt himself falling, falling, falling, and there was a cold darkness crawling up his naked body and engulfing his soul.
[i]End of Part 11
The Demons Of Youth
Will be posting
Part 12
Whorrorscope[/i]
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