09-01-2019, 02:15 PM
"Harish," she gasped. "Please ... let me suck you ... I want your cum in my mouth ... please?"
Harish snorted in delight and slid out of her. She stood trembling against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps. Harish moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face. She groaned, her head bowed, her body heaving. His rampant penis was thrust at her face.
"Suck me, Sheila bitch," Harish said softly. "Suck my cock, slut ... suck it good ... c'mon ... do it!"
Sheila groaned. Harish smiled and pulled her head down to his groin. Vijaya was now totally dumbstruck. Harish's butter-smeared penis, glistening with the juices from her cunt and anus was at her face. Laughing softly at her head bent over his lap, Harish stroked her face with it, teasing her, dodging her questing lips. Finally, he relented and let her have it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the sticky, slimy, slippery cock-head. She began to lick it eagerly, like a hungry puppy, running her tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't seem to matter that it had just invaded her asshole.
"How does it taste, whore, the taste of your ass?" he chuckled. "Like it, eh? Yeh ... c'mon ... suck harder, bitch ... suck harder! *Harder*, whore, *suck harder*!"
She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his cock-shaft. Her cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck his cock, jerking is cock, holding his thigh, her cheeks hollowing. Her head moved back and forth on his twitching loins. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Harish gasped, flinging his head back and groaning in delight. His belly drew in with tension. She cupped his low, heavy balls, fondling them. He looked down at her, one hand on her head, jerking it to and fro. She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered like lightning over his glans. Harish lost control.
Vijaya watched, stunned, as Sheila let her brother spew his jizz into her mouth. She opened her mouth and jerked his cock. Cum spattered on her face and neck and dangling breasts. She took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it some more, her head moving rapidly, drawing the very last drop of jizz out of his cock. Spunk dribbled down her chin and over her breasts, spattering on the counter.
Harish grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Sheila licked his thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Vijaya watched pop-eyed, as she lifted her breasts and rubbed them into the puddled gunk on the counter in an utterly wanton action. She rose with her breasts shining with gunk and arched her chest to his head, sliding an arm around his neck, drawing his lips to her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her face creased in a smile of delight as his tongue and teeth caressed her nipples.
"C'mon Harish," she murmured lasciviously, kissing him hungrily, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth. "Let's do it all over again! I'm still hot ... fuck me, Harish, baby ... fuck me like a slut!"
SEEING KARTIK AND SHANTI and her sister Sheila and Coomar and Sheila and the milkman and Sheila and their brother Harish -- *especially* her sister and Harish -- Vijaya was in a complete daze. She couldn't believe what she had seen and heard. Her sister was a *whore*.
A proper, full-fledged whore. Who took money to let money fuck her and her sister slept with ... no, her sister *fucked* Uncle Coomar. And Uncle Sravan. And their cousins, Kartik and Jose. And the servant, Shankar.
And even their brother, Harish. And no doubt she'd fuck the younger men, too, when she felt it was the right time. And her sister had always been a whore, and so had their mother, and her father had known it and encouraged it, and wanted it, and her brother took photos of men fucking his sister.
And her sister expected her, Vijaya, to do no less. She didn't mind. She expected it. She wanted it. She was waiting for it, and she would help her to become a good lover ... no, to become a good *fuck*, a good *piece of ass*.
It was too much to comprehend all at once, and it took Vijaya several days to fully understand the dimensions of the revelation. Once she had grasped its implications, she felt much calmer and decided she would have to make good choice for a first lover. She debated for several days, during which time she watched Kartik and Shanti fucking, and Uncle Sravan and Sheila, and Sheila with Kartik and with Jose. On one hot afternoon, she watched Harish fuck Sheila while their cousins Kartik and Jose waited their turn. Then, after Harish was done, creaming copiously in Sheila's butt, the two cousins fucked her together while Harish took photographs and shot a video. Vijaya moaned in excitement, aching to suck her brother's penis, her lust inflamed by its enormity.
She just couldn't make up her mind. Her lust for Harish was deep – he was incredibly handsome and had such a big cock, and the things he had done with Sheila, fucking her relentlessly like a demon while she thrashed ecstatically -- Vijaya wanted it to be her.
Kartik and Jose were attractive, too -- Jose was younger, but he, too, had a hard body that he was working on developing, handsome features and a sizable penis. When he fucked her sister, he seemed to have more imagination than Kartik, though Kartik was stronger and lasted longer. Her uncles, Coomar and Sravan, were experienced, adroit, very capable and attractive.
And then there was the servant, Shankar, muscular and good-looking, though not very tall, but with strong features, a square jaw, a straight nose, dark eyes, thick black hair and a manly square jaw.
Unlike most servants, he was clean-shaven, abjuring the wispy mustaches the others favored. His body was sexy, wide-shouldered, broad in the chest, with a hard belly, slim waist and thickly muscled arms and legs. She watched him fuck Sheila one day, taking her rapidly and deeply, mouthing sexy obscenities, fucking her again and again while Sheila orgasm repeatedly.
She couldn't make up her mind. Kartik and Jose were closer to her age, and that made them sexier. But they were relatively inexperienced. Uncle Coomar and Uncle Sravan seemed too old for her; she wanted a sense of exhilaration and exploration, not a sense of deliberation. Harish was ... well, she wanted to save Harish. It had to be special with him. And he was too close, he was her brother. She wasn't quite ready for that. She wanted a man who would take her like a woman, like a *whore*, not someone who knew he had to tutor her.
That left Shankar. Perhaps, after all, it would be best with him. And there was something indefinably risqué, inherently erotic, about fucking the *servant*, a man who was not her peer, socially. It had an element that others would see as sleaze but, to her, was more a question of raw lust. With him, there would be no complicated family issues, no vexing emotional ties; just sex, pure, hard, simple.
It was her sister who resolved the issue and helped her make her decision.
They were in their room late one night and Sheila was brushing Vijaya's hair before the mirror. Vijaya sat on the stool at the dressing table. Her sister smiled at her in the glass.
"So have you decided which one?" Sheila asked gently.
"What?" Vijaya bent her head and looked up over the tops of her eyes as her sister ran the brush through her tumbling dark hair, tinted by gorgeous brown highlights.
"Which guy is going to have the honor, dear? Have you decided?"
"What? What honor, Sheila? What guy?"
Her sister shook her head. "Come off it, Vijaya. You know what I'm talking about. You've been dreaming about sex for ages now, haven't you? And masturbating? And wondering which guy to sleep with? Or should I say, *fuck*?"
"Sheila!"
"Vijaya, please. I know you. You *are* my sister, and you're more like me than you know. I was just like this at your age, believe me. All I could think of was that. Sex. Men. Guys. Fucking. Cocks. My cunt and tits. Getting laid."
"Sheila, what are you saying!"
Sheila sighed in exasperation. "Please, girl, don't play games with me. You have been masturbating, haven't you?"
Vijaya stared at her in the mirror.
"Haven't you? Well?"
Slowly, Vijaya nodded.
"And dreaming of it?"
Vijaya nodded again.
"Ever seen a cock? A man naked?"
Vijaya hesitated. Then she nodded.
"Really. That's good. Tell me who."
Vijaya paused. Then, in a very soft voice, she said, "Kartik. Jose. Uncle Coomar. Uncle Sravan."
Her sister looked at her directly. "*All* of them? My, my. What have you been doing, spying?"
Vijaya looked her in the eye and then suddenly, wickedly, grinned. "Actually, yes. I've been watching Kartik and Shanti. And Kartik and Jose and Uncle Coomar and Uncle Sravan with you. And Shankar. And I saw Kartik's sexy movies and read his magazines. And yes, I've been masturbating."
Sheila smiled hugely. "See," she murmured. "I told you. It was the same with me at that age. I loved it. But you haven't had sex yet?"
"No. You know that. You asked me who I wanted."
"Just making sure. You want it, though, don't you?"
"More than anything else, Sheila. So much it hurts."
"That's good. That kind of hunger is good. What have you decided?"
"I haven't. Not yet."
"Can I make a suggestion?"
"Yes. I'm so confused! They're all so sexy, and I don't know which ..."
"Shankar."
"What?"
"Fuck Shankar."
"The servant? That Shankar?"
"Yes. That Shankar. The servant."
Harish snorted in delight and slid out of her. She stood trembling against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps. Harish moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face. She groaned, her head bowed, her body heaving. His rampant penis was thrust at her face.
"Suck me, Sheila bitch," Harish said softly. "Suck my cock, slut ... suck it good ... c'mon ... do it!"
Sheila groaned. Harish smiled and pulled her head down to his groin. Vijaya was now totally dumbstruck. Harish's butter-smeared penis, glistening with the juices from her cunt and anus was at her face. Laughing softly at her head bent over his lap, Harish stroked her face with it, teasing her, dodging her questing lips. Finally, he relented and let her have it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the sticky, slimy, slippery cock-head. She began to lick it eagerly, like a hungry puppy, running her tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't seem to matter that it had just invaded her asshole.
"How does it taste, whore, the taste of your ass?" he chuckled. "Like it, eh? Yeh ... c'mon ... suck harder, bitch ... suck harder! *Harder*, whore, *suck harder*!"
She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his cock-shaft. Her cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck his cock, jerking is cock, holding his thigh, her cheeks hollowing. Her head moved back and forth on his twitching loins. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Harish gasped, flinging his head back and groaning in delight. His belly drew in with tension. She cupped his low, heavy balls, fondling them. He looked down at her, one hand on her head, jerking it to and fro. She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered like lightning over his glans. Harish lost control.
Vijaya watched, stunned, as Sheila let her brother spew his jizz into her mouth. She opened her mouth and jerked his cock. Cum spattered on her face and neck and dangling breasts. She took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it some more, her head moving rapidly, drawing the very last drop of jizz out of his cock. Spunk dribbled down her chin and over her breasts, spattering on the counter.
Harish grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Sheila licked his thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Vijaya watched pop-eyed, as she lifted her breasts and rubbed them into the puddled gunk on the counter in an utterly wanton action. She rose with her breasts shining with gunk and arched her chest to his head, sliding an arm around his neck, drawing his lips to her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her face creased in a smile of delight as his tongue and teeth caressed her nipples.
"C'mon Harish," she murmured lasciviously, kissing him hungrily, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth. "Let's do it all over again! I'm still hot ... fuck me, Harish, baby ... fuck me like a slut!"
SEEING KARTIK AND SHANTI and her sister Sheila and Coomar and Sheila and the milkman and Sheila and their brother Harish -- *especially* her sister and Harish -- Vijaya was in a complete daze. She couldn't believe what she had seen and heard. Her sister was a *whore*.
A proper, full-fledged whore. Who took money to let money fuck her and her sister slept with ... no, her sister *fucked* Uncle Coomar. And Uncle Sravan. And their cousins, Kartik and Jose. And the servant, Shankar.
And even their brother, Harish. And no doubt she'd fuck the younger men, too, when she felt it was the right time. And her sister had always been a whore, and so had their mother, and her father had known it and encouraged it, and wanted it, and her brother took photos of men fucking his sister.
And her sister expected her, Vijaya, to do no less. She didn't mind. She expected it. She wanted it. She was waiting for it, and she would help her to become a good lover ... no, to become a good *fuck*, a good *piece of ass*.
It was too much to comprehend all at once, and it took Vijaya several days to fully understand the dimensions of the revelation. Once she had grasped its implications, she felt much calmer and decided she would have to make good choice for a first lover. She debated for several days, during which time she watched Kartik and Shanti fucking, and Uncle Sravan and Sheila, and Sheila with Kartik and with Jose. On one hot afternoon, she watched Harish fuck Sheila while their cousins Kartik and Jose waited their turn. Then, after Harish was done, creaming copiously in Sheila's butt, the two cousins fucked her together while Harish took photographs and shot a video. Vijaya moaned in excitement, aching to suck her brother's penis, her lust inflamed by its enormity.
She just couldn't make up her mind. Her lust for Harish was deep – he was incredibly handsome and had such a big cock, and the things he had done with Sheila, fucking her relentlessly like a demon while she thrashed ecstatically -- Vijaya wanted it to be her.
Kartik and Jose were attractive, too -- Jose was younger, but he, too, had a hard body that he was working on developing, handsome features and a sizable penis. When he fucked her sister, he seemed to have more imagination than Kartik, though Kartik was stronger and lasted longer. Her uncles, Coomar and Sravan, were experienced, adroit, very capable and attractive.
And then there was the servant, Shankar, muscular and good-looking, though not very tall, but with strong features, a square jaw, a straight nose, dark eyes, thick black hair and a manly square jaw.
Unlike most servants, he was clean-shaven, abjuring the wispy mustaches the others favored. His body was sexy, wide-shouldered, broad in the chest, with a hard belly, slim waist and thickly muscled arms and legs. She watched him fuck Sheila one day, taking her rapidly and deeply, mouthing sexy obscenities, fucking her again and again while Sheila orgasm repeatedly.
She couldn't make up her mind. Kartik and Jose were closer to her age, and that made them sexier. But they were relatively inexperienced. Uncle Coomar and Uncle Sravan seemed too old for her; she wanted a sense of exhilaration and exploration, not a sense of deliberation. Harish was ... well, she wanted to save Harish. It had to be special with him. And he was too close, he was her brother. She wasn't quite ready for that. She wanted a man who would take her like a woman, like a *whore*, not someone who knew he had to tutor her.
That left Shankar. Perhaps, after all, it would be best with him. And there was something indefinably risqué, inherently erotic, about fucking the *servant*, a man who was not her peer, socially. It had an element that others would see as sleaze but, to her, was more a question of raw lust. With him, there would be no complicated family issues, no vexing emotional ties; just sex, pure, hard, simple.
It was her sister who resolved the issue and helped her make her decision.
They were in their room late one night and Sheila was brushing Vijaya's hair before the mirror. Vijaya sat on the stool at the dressing table. Her sister smiled at her in the glass.
"So have you decided which one?" Sheila asked gently.
"What?" Vijaya bent her head and looked up over the tops of her eyes as her sister ran the brush through her tumbling dark hair, tinted by gorgeous brown highlights.
"Which guy is going to have the honor, dear? Have you decided?"
"What? What honor, Sheila? What guy?"
Her sister shook her head. "Come off it, Vijaya. You know what I'm talking about. You've been dreaming about sex for ages now, haven't you? And masturbating? And wondering which guy to sleep with? Or should I say, *fuck*?"
"Sheila!"
"Vijaya, please. I know you. You *are* my sister, and you're more like me than you know. I was just like this at your age, believe me. All I could think of was that. Sex. Men. Guys. Fucking. Cocks. My cunt and tits. Getting laid."
"Sheila, what are you saying!"
Sheila sighed in exasperation. "Please, girl, don't play games with me. You have been masturbating, haven't you?"
Vijaya stared at her in the mirror.
"Haven't you? Well?"
Slowly, Vijaya nodded.
"And dreaming of it?"
Vijaya nodded again.
"Ever seen a cock? A man naked?"
Vijaya hesitated. Then she nodded.
"Really. That's good. Tell me who."
Vijaya paused. Then, in a very soft voice, she said, "Kartik. Jose. Uncle Coomar. Uncle Sravan."
Her sister looked at her directly. "*All* of them? My, my. What have you been doing, spying?"
Vijaya looked her in the eye and then suddenly, wickedly, grinned. "Actually, yes. I've been watching Kartik and Shanti. And Kartik and Jose and Uncle Coomar and Uncle Sravan with you. And Shankar. And I saw Kartik's sexy movies and read his magazines. And yes, I've been masturbating."
Sheila smiled hugely. "See," she murmured. "I told you. It was the same with me at that age. I loved it. But you haven't had sex yet?"
"No. You know that. You asked me who I wanted."
"Just making sure. You want it, though, don't you?"
"More than anything else, Sheila. So much it hurts."
"That's good. That kind of hunger is good. What have you decided?"
"I haven't. Not yet."
"Can I make a suggestion?"
"Yes. I'm so confused! They're all so sexy, and I don't know which ..."
"Shankar."
"What?"
"Fuck Shankar."
"The servant? That Shankar?"
"Yes. That Shankar. The servant."
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