30-06-2019, 02:08 PM
Harry watched them for a long while, mesmerised by the sight of their heaving, sweating bodies. Her breasts jiggled, her hips rose and fell, rocked to and fro, back and forth over his body. Her face contorted with lust and desire. Harry saw the servant's enormously swollen penis go in and out of her cunt. He gripped her buttocks and, prising them open, pressed his fingertip to her anus. Sheila gasped and arched.
Her buttocks tensed, then yielded and Sharan slowly inveigled his fingertip into her nether channel. Harry watched them move inexorably towards another climax, their bodies writhing and grinding with increasing urgency. Sheila came first, arching and crying out, her face contorting with pleasure, moaning thickly as her servant slammed his hips up, thrusting his cock deep into her, following her orgasm seconds later with his own, shooting deep into her cunt.
Sheila slid down over Sharan and kissed him. She rolled off him at last with a shuddering sigh. He grunted and slowly got up, got off the bed and began to dress.
Harry watched astounded as Sharan dug into his hip pocket and pulled out a wallet and counted out some money, about a hundred rupees and showed it to Ramu. The servant grinned, acknowledged the payment.
"You coming back?"
"Yeah. Next week. I'll tell you a day or two before."
"Do that. Slots fill up real fast."
"So does her slit," Sharan laughed.
"Right. C'mon. Pay her."
Sharan grinned and Harry watched, dumbfounded, as his sister rolled on her back and spread her legs wide and the servant slid the folded note between her open cunt-lips.
"Ta," she said. "Good fuck. Thanks for the dough."
"No sweat, whore," he chuckled. "No sweat."
Harry ducked into the kitchen as Sharan stepped out of the room and left the house. Then he came back across the hall. Ramu was already there, moving up over her, kissing her, pushing his inflamed cock into her cunt. She lay beneath him, smiling dreamily, arching her cunt to his, kissing him, drawing him into her flesh.
"Mm ... god, you're good, Ramu ... you're so good for me," she murmured and began to rock under him, eroticism in every line.
Harry came violently in his cupped palm. He swore softly, savagely, scooping jizz in his cupped palms and hurrying back to his bathroom.
As he cleaned up, his pulse raced. Now he was determined that he would fuck Sheila one day. She was hot, she was ready, and she wanted him. He no longer had any doubt. It was just a matter of timing it right. None of this slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am stuff for them. It would be beautiful and prolonged and gentle.
He imagined himself fucking Sheila. The vision was intensely erotic. She would be magnificent in bed, soft and gentle and smooth-skinned, her body shining with sweat, heaving and writhing and thrashing under his, moaning and panting eagerly as his cock plundered her cunt.
He longed to shove it into her, to fuck her hard and long, to get her to suck his cock, take it between her breasts, in her cunt, in her ass. She was the one he wanted.
He lay down on his cot, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, letting his imagination feed the fantasy. He could hear sounds from the bedroom again and he grinned. They were at it once more and they were going on and on. He heard, Ramu's chuckle, Sheila's gasp. Harry sighed and closed his eyes and dreamed of incest.
Harry watched as Sheila came out of Calvin's bathroom with a towel dbangd around her shoulders and nothing else. Standing by the window, Calvin grinned when he saw her. She came up to him and he grabbed her and pulled her to the floor and they rolled together in each other's arms, kissing feverishly, her hands tearing at his clothes, his hands mauling her breasts, squeezing her buttocks.
Harry grinned. Nothing she did surprised him anymore.
In seconds, she had her head in his crotch and was sucking his cock hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head up and down over his lap. Calvin grunted, bucking his hips under her face, craning his neck to watch.
"Here. Sit on the chair," she said and made him get on the armchair.
Calvin grinned in delight and spread his legs and his niece knelt on the floor between his thighs like a gutterslut and pushed her face into his groin and took his cock in her mouth. It felt wonderful, and her mouth was soft and warm and moist and she sucked cock like a bitch-goddess. He grunted softly, his hand on her head, rocking it up and down and to and fro to suit his pleasure.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... yes!" he murmured. "Suck my cock, whore!"
She moaned and whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, licking his cock-head lasciviously, her lovely *kajal*-rimmed eyes lifted to his face, her cheeks billowing and hollowing sexily as she sucked his cock, her slender fingers coiled around his cock-shaft, pumping it up and down. She caressed her face with his penis, rubbed the sticky cock-head over her nipples and breasts, squeezed the luscious mounds over its throbbing length as she licked and nuzzled his hard, flat belly and swept her tongue through the sexy hollow of his navel.
His cock throbbed in her fist and mouth, hard and hot and long and she groaned as pre-cum gunk spurted from the long slit in his cock-head. Pumping his shaft rapidly, she licked the dewdrops of her servant's seed, catching them on her tongue and lips and cheeks, opening her mouth wide.
"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, whore!" he gasped, pulling her face into his groin again, pushing his cock into her mouth. "Suck my dick, cunt! Suck harder!"
Sheila groaned, loving every minute of it, and continued sucking her uncle's cock hungrily. Several minutes later, he pushed her head away and, getting off the chair, made her take his place. Masturbating slowly behind the door, Harry saw that Sheila was moaning softly with lust. As he watched, she spread her legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair, offering her body in wanton surrender to her uncle. Calvin grinned and went down on his knees before her. They kissed and he fondled her succulent, swollen, turgid breasts, pinching and teasing her rigid nipples.
She sucked sexily on his tongue in her mouth. He bent his head and licked her breasts, sucking sharply, letting go, sucking again, tormenting the stiff points with his lips and teeth and tongue.
"Lick me!" she groaned. "C'mon, Calvin ... lick my slit ... tongue-fuck me!"
Calvin went lower and Sheila groaned, spreading her cunt-lips open for him. His tongue rippled into her slit and she gasped, arching, her hands under her breasts, her back bowing, her head arching back, the breath rushing from her throat, her mouth opening wide. Her hips lurched and he drove his tongue into her streaming cunt, through her unfurled cunt-lips into the molten flesh within. She groaned loudly, her head turning to one side. Her body bucked on the chair as if she was being fucked and her erotic cries rang in his ears, obviously arousing him further.
Her buttocks tensed, then yielded and Sharan slowly inveigled his fingertip into her nether channel. Harry watched them move inexorably towards another climax, their bodies writhing and grinding with increasing urgency. Sheila came first, arching and crying out, her face contorting with pleasure, moaning thickly as her servant slammed his hips up, thrusting his cock deep into her, following her orgasm seconds later with his own, shooting deep into her cunt.
Sheila slid down over Sharan and kissed him. She rolled off him at last with a shuddering sigh. He grunted and slowly got up, got off the bed and began to dress.
Harry watched astounded as Sharan dug into his hip pocket and pulled out a wallet and counted out some money, about a hundred rupees and showed it to Ramu. The servant grinned, acknowledged the payment.
"You coming back?"
"Yeah. Next week. I'll tell you a day or two before."
"Do that. Slots fill up real fast."
"So does her slit," Sharan laughed.
"Right. C'mon. Pay her."
Sharan grinned and Harry watched, dumbfounded, as his sister rolled on her back and spread her legs wide and the servant slid the folded note between her open cunt-lips.
"Ta," she said. "Good fuck. Thanks for the dough."
"No sweat, whore," he chuckled. "No sweat."
Harry ducked into the kitchen as Sharan stepped out of the room and left the house. Then he came back across the hall. Ramu was already there, moving up over her, kissing her, pushing his inflamed cock into her cunt. She lay beneath him, smiling dreamily, arching her cunt to his, kissing him, drawing him into her flesh.
"Mm ... god, you're good, Ramu ... you're so good for me," she murmured and began to rock under him, eroticism in every line.
Harry came violently in his cupped palm. He swore softly, savagely, scooping jizz in his cupped palms and hurrying back to his bathroom.
As he cleaned up, his pulse raced. Now he was determined that he would fuck Sheila one day. She was hot, she was ready, and she wanted him. He no longer had any doubt. It was just a matter of timing it right. None of this slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am stuff for them. It would be beautiful and prolonged and gentle.
He imagined himself fucking Sheila. The vision was intensely erotic. She would be magnificent in bed, soft and gentle and smooth-skinned, her body shining with sweat, heaving and writhing and thrashing under his, moaning and panting eagerly as his cock plundered her cunt.
He longed to shove it into her, to fuck her hard and long, to get her to suck his cock, take it between her breasts, in her cunt, in her ass. She was the one he wanted.
He lay down on his cot, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, letting his imagination feed the fantasy. He could hear sounds from the bedroom again and he grinned. They were at it once more and they were going on and on. He heard, Ramu's chuckle, Sheila's gasp. Harry sighed and closed his eyes and dreamed of incest.
Harry watched as Sheila came out of Calvin's bathroom with a towel dbangd around her shoulders and nothing else. Standing by the window, Calvin grinned when he saw her. She came up to him and he grabbed her and pulled her to the floor and they rolled together in each other's arms, kissing feverishly, her hands tearing at his clothes, his hands mauling her breasts, squeezing her buttocks.
Harry grinned. Nothing she did surprised him anymore.
In seconds, she had her head in his crotch and was sucking his cock hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head up and down over his lap. Calvin grunted, bucking his hips under her face, craning his neck to watch.
"Here. Sit on the chair," she said and made him get on the armchair.
Calvin grinned in delight and spread his legs and his niece knelt on the floor between his thighs like a gutterslut and pushed her face into his groin and took his cock in her mouth. It felt wonderful, and her mouth was soft and warm and moist and she sucked cock like a bitch-goddess. He grunted softly, his hand on her head, rocking it up and down and to and fro to suit his pleasure.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... yes!" he murmured. "Suck my cock, whore!"
She moaned and whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, licking his cock-head lasciviously, her lovely *kajal*-rimmed eyes lifted to his face, her cheeks billowing and hollowing sexily as she sucked his cock, her slender fingers coiled around his cock-shaft, pumping it up and down. She caressed her face with his penis, rubbed the sticky cock-head over her nipples and breasts, squeezed the luscious mounds over its throbbing length as she licked and nuzzled his hard, flat belly and swept her tongue through the sexy hollow of his navel.
His cock throbbed in her fist and mouth, hard and hot and long and she groaned as pre-cum gunk spurted from the long slit in his cock-head. Pumping his shaft rapidly, she licked the dewdrops of her servant's seed, catching them on her tongue and lips and cheeks, opening her mouth wide.
"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, whore!" he gasped, pulling her face into his groin again, pushing his cock into her mouth. "Suck my dick, cunt! Suck harder!"
Sheila groaned, loving every minute of it, and continued sucking her uncle's cock hungrily. Several minutes later, he pushed her head away and, getting off the chair, made her take his place. Masturbating slowly behind the door, Harry saw that Sheila was moaning softly with lust. As he watched, she spread her legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair, offering her body in wanton surrender to her uncle. Calvin grinned and went down on his knees before her. They kissed and he fondled her succulent, swollen, turgid breasts, pinching and teasing her rigid nipples.
She sucked sexily on his tongue in her mouth. He bent his head and licked her breasts, sucking sharply, letting go, sucking again, tormenting the stiff points with his lips and teeth and tongue.
"Lick me!" she groaned. "C'mon, Calvin ... lick my slit ... tongue-fuck me!"
Calvin went lower and Sheila groaned, spreading her cunt-lips open for him. His tongue rippled into her slit and she gasped, arching, her hands under her breasts, her back bowing, her head arching back, the breath rushing from her throat, her mouth opening wide. Her hips lurched and he drove his tongue into her streaming cunt, through her unfurled cunt-lips into the molten flesh within. She groaned loudly, her head turning to one side. Her body bucked on the chair as if she was being fucked and her erotic cries rang in his ears, obviously arousing him further.
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