30-06-2019, 01:35 PM
She saw Anjali sucking cock, having her cunt licked, locked in a sixty-nine; Anjali taking a cock in her cunt, between her breasts, in her anus; Anjali fucking two and three men simultaneously and, in a glorious orgy, whoring with a whole crowd of servants. Anjali had an affair with her cousin, seducing one hot summer afternoon, and Anjali did a live sex dance on a beach. The film ended, promising a sequel, with Anjali on the brink of matrimony.
Shirlyn was overwhelmed. She watched the whole film through, all two hours and more of it, masturbating repeatedly, orgasming again and again and then she rewound it and began to watch it over. The film inspired her and she ran to the kitchen for a large cucumber and masturbated with it while she watched the movie, rocking the large green rough-skinned vegetable in and out of her spasming cunt, moaning and gasping and calling obscenely as Anjali did, writhing eagerly under the hot, hard, sweating body of a servant-lover.
The experience changed Shirlyn's entire attitude. She felt emboldened and saw the men in the house in quite another light. She felt herself lusting for her cousins and even her uncles, not to mention the part-time servant, Shankar, who came in to sweep and clean, and the other boys in the neighborhood.
Shirlyn's waking hours were filled with fantasies of sex. When Kenny was out, she had a duplicate key made to his cupboard and then, whenever she was alone, she raced to his cupboard and rummaged in it. He kept getting new magazines and videos, exchanging them from some library for the old ones. Shirlyn never knew when he found time to watch them, but she didn't care.
She soon began to recognize the women in the movies. She saw the entire set of six or more videos of Anjali's life, and others with equally gorgeous women - Sayali, Jasmine, Anuja, Vaishali, Deepika, Falguni, Manisha, Maya, Audrey, Neha, Lajja. Many of the men and women featured in the magazines, too.
Shirlyn especially liked three or four, Jayant, Kishore, Hari and a black stud called Joe. She tried to imagine what it might be like to have them fuck her. Shirlyn noticed that the women seemed to like fucking men from socially inferior classes, servants and drivers and cooks.
A few weeks later, several incidents occurred almost simultaneously that marked a turning point and determined the course of her life. The first involved her cousin Kenny and the others all had to do with her sister, Sheila.
Kenny came home one afternoon when she was alone. By the sheerest luck, Shirlyn had just replaced the video and magazine in his cupboard and was masturbating in the bathroom when he came in. She heard him and went still. Perhaps this would be her chance. After all, if Anjali and the other women could fuck their cousins, so could she.
Shirlyn heard him whistling and humming to himself in his family's room. She stole out of the bathroom, flung on a robe and peeped through the keyhole. She saw him open his cupboard and take out the video and magazine. He dumped them on the bed, shut the cupboard, slotted the tape into the video player and set it to rewind. Then he turned to face the full length mirror. Through the keyhole, Shirlyn had an unobstructed view of him and his reflection in the glass.
She watched as he unbuttoned his denim shirt and drew it off, pulling it out of his jeans. Shirlyn bit her lower lip. His body was gorgeous -- broad shoulders, high hips, a narrow waist, a deep chest, a flat belly, thick biceps and arms and legs. His nipples were small and taut and pulled wide and low on either side of the might W that swept his chest. His torso was hairless and she noticed that even his armpits were depilated.
Obviously, he was working out and sculpting his body. The muscle cuts and ridges were superbly defined. He flexed his arms and shoulders, expanded his chest, cracked his muscles. Shirlyn's breathing grew heavier and she felt a warm gush between her thighs. In the mirror, Kenny grinned to himself and slowly, sensuously, opened the clasp of his jeans and drew down the zipper.
His jeans puddled to his bare feet. Shirlyn stifled a groan. His buttocks were taut and firmly rounded, naked under the jock-strap, which bulged at his crotch. Kenny hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his jock-strap and slowly rolled it down and kicked it off.
Shirlyn stuffed her fist in her mouth. It was the first penis she had seen and it was gorgeous. Still limp, it was at least seven inches long and over an inch thick, circumcised. The pornographic magazines she had read told her that circumcised men made better lovers -- they lasted longer ... and here was her own cousin, duly circumcised ... if only ... she longed to touch it, feel it, take it in her fingers, lick it, suck it ... she wondered how big it would get.
She found out in minutes. Grinning in the mirror, Kenny began to masturbate, pumping his cock-shaft in his fist, slowly rocking his hips to and fro. As Shirlyn watched, gaping, her heart hammering in her chest, her breasts swollen and hard, her nipples rigid, her cunt seeping love-juice, Kenny's cock swelled and lengthened and hardened and rose, grew longer and thicker. His hips jerked back and forth and he groaned thickly, his chest heaving.
Shirlyn watched, her hands under her robe, one hand on her breasts, the other in her crotch, her finger buried deep in her convulsing cunt. She saw gunk ooze from the tip in his cock-head and his fingers grew slippery with his seed.
The bell rang. Shirlyn jumped, startled, her pulse pounding and, frantically, whipped around and dashed back into her bedroom. She shut the door softly and bent her eye to the keyhole. Through it, across the hall, she saw Kenny step out of his room, still naked, his cock still up hard. He walked quickly across the hall to the front door and looked through the spyglass. A grin spread across his face and he opened the door, shielding his nudity behind it.
Someone stepped through and he shut the door quickly and turned with his back to it.
Shirlyn was overwhelmed. She watched the whole film through, all two hours and more of it, masturbating repeatedly, orgasming again and again and then she rewound it and began to watch it over. The film inspired her and she ran to the kitchen for a large cucumber and masturbated with it while she watched the movie, rocking the large green rough-skinned vegetable in and out of her spasming cunt, moaning and gasping and calling obscenely as Anjali did, writhing eagerly under the hot, hard, sweating body of a servant-lover.
The experience changed Shirlyn's entire attitude. She felt emboldened and saw the men in the house in quite another light. She felt herself lusting for her cousins and even her uncles, not to mention the part-time servant, Shankar, who came in to sweep and clean, and the other boys in the neighborhood.
Shirlyn's waking hours were filled with fantasies of sex. When Kenny was out, she had a duplicate key made to his cupboard and then, whenever she was alone, she raced to his cupboard and rummaged in it. He kept getting new magazines and videos, exchanging them from some library for the old ones. Shirlyn never knew when he found time to watch them, but she didn't care.
She soon began to recognize the women in the movies. She saw the entire set of six or more videos of Anjali's life, and others with equally gorgeous women - Sayali, Jasmine, Anuja, Vaishali, Deepika, Falguni, Manisha, Maya, Audrey, Neha, Lajja. Many of the men and women featured in the magazines, too.
Shirlyn especially liked three or four, Jayant, Kishore, Hari and a black stud called Joe. She tried to imagine what it might be like to have them fuck her. Shirlyn noticed that the women seemed to like fucking men from socially inferior classes, servants and drivers and cooks.
A few weeks later, several incidents occurred almost simultaneously that marked a turning point and determined the course of her life. The first involved her cousin Kenny and the others all had to do with her sister, Sheila.
Kenny came home one afternoon when she was alone. By the sheerest luck, Shirlyn had just replaced the video and magazine in his cupboard and was masturbating in the bathroom when he came in. She heard him and went still. Perhaps this would be her chance. After all, if Anjali and the other women could fuck their cousins, so could she.
Shirlyn heard him whistling and humming to himself in his family's room. She stole out of the bathroom, flung on a robe and peeped through the keyhole. She saw him open his cupboard and take out the video and magazine. He dumped them on the bed, shut the cupboard, slotted the tape into the video player and set it to rewind. Then he turned to face the full length mirror. Through the keyhole, Shirlyn had an unobstructed view of him and his reflection in the glass.
She watched as he unbuttoned his denim shirt and drew it off, pulling it out of his jeans. Shirlyn bit her lower lip. His body was gorgeous -- broad shoulders, high hips, a narrow waist, a deep chest, a flat belly, thick biceps and arms and legs. His nipples were small and taut and pulled wide and low on either side of the might W that swept his chest. His torso was hairless and she noticed that even his armpits were depilated.
Obviously, he was working out and sculpting his body. The muscle cuts and ridges were superbly defined. He flexed his arms and shoulders, expanded his chest, cracked his muscles. Shirlyn's breathing grew heavier and she felt a warm gush between her thighs. In the mirror, Kenny grinned to himself and slowly, sensuously, opened the clasp of his jeans and drew down the zipper.
His jeans puddled to his bare feet. Shirlyn stifled a groan. His buttocks were taut and firmly rounded, naked under the jock-strap, which bulged at his crotch. Kenny hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his jock-strap and slowly rolled it down and kicked it off.
Shirlyn stuffed her fist in her mouth. It was the first penis she had seen and it was gorgeous. Still limp, it was at least seven inches long and over an inch thick, circumcised. The pornographic magazines she had read told her that circumcised men made better lovers -- they lasted longer ... and here was her own cousin, duly circumcised ... if only ... she longed to touch it, feel it, take it in her fingers, lick it, suck it ... she wondered how big it would get.
She found out in minutes. Grinning in the mirror, Kenny began to masturbate, pumping his cock-shaft in his fist, slowly rocking his hips to and fro. As Shirlyn watched, gaping, her heart hammering in her chest, her breasts swollen and hard, her nipples rigid, her cunt seeping love-juice, Kenny's cock swelled and lengthened and hardened and rose, grew longer and thicker. His hips jerked back and forth and he groaned thickly, his chest heaving.
Shirlyn watched, her hands under her robe, one hand on her breasts, the other in her crotch, her finger buried deep in her convulsing cunt. She saw gunk ooze from the tip in his cock-head and his fingers grew slippery with his seed.
The bell rang. Shirlyn jumped, startled, her pulse pounding and, frantically, whipped around and dashed back into her bedroom. She shut the door softly and bent her eye to the keyhole. Through it, across the hall, she saw Kenny step out of his room, still naked, his cock still up hard. He walked quickly across the hall to the front door and looked through the spyglass. A grin spread across his face and he opened the door, shielding his nudity behind it.
Someone stepped through and he shut the door quickly and turned with his back to it.
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