09-01-2019, 02:14 PM
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.
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.
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