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P O O N A C O M P A N Y
By Mary Jorsay Gandmar
Chapter 2

The Judge In Chambers



Things went well in Court. Within an hour, Rajashri completed her
arguments, delivering them with an accuracy imbibed from Jayant
and a charming grace all her own. Her opponent rose to rejoin, an
unctuous man with little vision and less law. The judge heard him
patiently for a half an hour then quickly wrapped up the
proceedings and began to deliver judgment. Within minutes, it was
clear that Rajashri had succeeded down the line. She listened
impassively, hiding her joy.

The judge, a tall, dark, handsome man, didn't look up once. He
dictated his judgment in a steady voice and stuck scrupulously to
the law and the record. The reasoning was clear and precise. There
was no question of any other factors weighing with him. When it
was over, her opponent applied for a stay. The judge declined,
quietly but firmly. They rose and bowed and the Court recessed for
the morning.

Rajashri nodded to Pandu who was waiting and he collected her
things. She smiled at him. He was a handsome youth with a lean,
craggy face and hard, slim body. She knew he had a lovely cock,
thick and long and dark that he loved jamming in her flesh. He
would have his chance this evening.

She bent forward and whispered in his ear. "Ready to fuck my ass
this evening, Pandu?"

He sniggered. This was a terrific job -- the pay was great and he
invariably got top-class fucks, to boot. All the girls from the
Bombay office were fantastic lays. He had fucked several when they
came up for work. They were all eager for a fuck and he was always
available and ready to oblige. Rajashri was one of the best.

"Yes," he said in Marathi. "You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?"

She nodded. "Sadly, yes."

"Never mind," he cackled softly. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth and
cunt and your ass tonight, nice and hard, gacha-gach!"

"Yes, do that," she laughed. "You know I like to be fucked by
you."

"Not just me, bitch. You like fucking, period."

Rajashri grinned and turned away. Making sure that her opponent
had gone, she walked around the dais to the entrance to the
judge's chamber and told his peon she wanted to see him. He
smiled, acknowledging her recent success and disappeared into the
room. He returned in a minute and held the door, closing it behind
her. She knew that while she was there, he wouldn't let anyone
else come in and wouldn't enter himself unless the judge rang for
him.

The judge smiled with pleasure and rose to his feet and came
around his little desk as she entered. He shut the door behind her
and quietly locked it. The curtains were drawn. It was stifling. A
ceiling fan turned desultorily overhead, stirring the torpid air.
The rain had let up and it was very humid.

"Congratulations," he murmured, his eyes bright.

"Thank you."

He asked her to sit and took his chair across the desk.

"You did very well."

"Thank you. So did you."

"You're not supposed to say that."

"And you're not supposed to fuck the female lawyers in your court,
either, your honour."

He laughed. "True. But they're not supposed to be whoring either."

"True. But the fact that they do doesn't mean you can bang them."

"But I did."

"Yes. And very well indeed, if I might say so."

"And you would know, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes," she smiled. "Most certainly."

"You were very good. The best I've had."

"Thank you. But the women there are supposed to be very good."

"I've fucked them all. Not one was as good."

"You're very kind."

"No more than you deserve, Rajashri."

"I would like you to fuck me again, judge."

"Call me Anant, please."

"Anant, then. Will you fuck me again?"

"Are you saying that because you won?"

"What do you think?"

He looked at her and smiled. "No. I don't believe you are. In
another woman, perhaps. But not you. I trust you."

"And I you."

"You're honest and straightforward."

"As are you."

"It's tempting."

"Give in, then. Look, judge -- Anant," she leaned forward, her
eyes bright. "I'm going back tomorrow, I don't know when I shall
return or when we'll meet again. I really enjoyed the sex and I
want to fuck you again. Think of it as a farewell, if nothing
else."

He looked at her steadily. "It's dangerous, you know. For us
both."

"I know. More for you."

"Perhaps."

"Am I worth the risk?"

He looked at her gravely and then broke into a smile. "Yes.
Absolutely. You're well worth the risk. And your body is worth
dying for. No question."

She smiled and sat back. "Good. Then you will?"

"Yes. Where and when?"

"Here. Now. Are you free? I can wait if you've got something on
hand."

"I'm free."

"No cause list?"

"Enough time. It's an hour to lunch, and that's another hour."

"What if somebody comes in?"

"No one will. Trust me."

"This is dangerous."

"Yes, very."

"For you especially."

"For both of us."

"But we're going to do it anyway."

"Definitely. Right now."

"Good."

She smiled and they rose and she stepped into his arms. He kissed
her gently, then more deeply, lingering over it as she slid her
tongue between his lips and pressed her body to his. He flicked
open her jacket and cupped her breasts. She was evidently naked
beneath it and her nipples stiffened under his palms.

"Don't you wear any underclothing even in Court?"

"No," she said, squeezing his penis. "I don't."

"You're supposed to."

"Show me a rule that says I must."

He laughed. "You're right. There isn't one. Not for bras and
panties."

"Lucky for us."

"Oh, absolutely."

She dropped to her knees and unbuckled his trousers and undid his
fly swiftly. He dropped his trousers and she jerked off his
shorts. His cock was thickening already. She took it in her
fingers and kissed it and licked it lasciviously. She flipped back
his foreskin and swirled her tongue around his cock-head. He
groaned and flung his head back. God, it felt good. He held her
head and dragged it forward, thrusting his hips at her face. Her
lips slipped around his cock-head and she engulfed it in her
mouth. It felt wonderful, warm and moist and her tongue was
electric on his cock-head. He moaned and thrust his hips sharply
forward.

"Suck it bitch," he grunted. "Suck my cock!"

She took still more of it in her mouth and her face distended as
it swelled rapidly and grew hot and hard in her mouth. She began
to suck him off quickly, her head rocking back and forth, her
fingers jerking his tool. He moaned and rocked his hips back and
forth, fucking her face. His balls throbbed and ached for release.
The jizz roiled in his loins. His cock pulsed in her wonderful
mouth.

"Mm ... yes ... suck it ... suck my cock, cunt ... suck it you
little whore ... suck it harder Ohhhhhhh yes ... yes ... that's it
... yes ... Ohhhhh yes yes ... ohhh that's it ... that's it ...
suck it ... yes ohh yes baby yes ... suck my cock ... c'mon suck
it harder!"

He bent his head to watch her and was deeply aroused by the sight.
Her slender fingers were curled around his rampant cock, its shaft
glistening and gleaming. Her lips were open wide, her face
distended. Her sharp teeth scraped on his shaft and her lips and
fingers glistened with the slime of his pre-cum gunk. She cupped
and squeezed his balls and ducked her head quickly to suck and
lick them erotically.

"Come in my mouth," she repeated. "I want to drink your cum."

"Later," he grunted. "Now I want your cunt ... and your ass ..."

She got to her feet and pulled her shirt out of her skirt and
rucked it under her arms, exposing her breasts. He squeezed them
hard, then turned her around and pushed her forward on his desk.
She leaned on it on her forearms, standing with her legs apart,
her buttocks thrust back. He flipped her skirt over her hips and
caressed her buttocks and thighs and cunt tenderly. She felt his
fingers in her crotch and stifled a moan. Her legs shuffled apart
and he chuckled with pleasure and arched two fingers into her
slit. It was already damp and she whimpered softly as he
masturbated her.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes!"

Chuckling, he pumped his hand back and forth, jabbing his fingers
in and out of her cunt. She gasped, her body writhing, her
buttocks swaying with pleasure. He pulled her buttocks open and
pressed his thumb to her anus.

"I'm going to take you there," he rasped. "I'm gonna fuck your
ass, whore!"

He dropped to his knees and pressed his face to her buttocks.
Rajashri gasped, her head arching as she felt his tongue swirl
into the cleft between her buttocks. It slithered over her
puckered anus and she murmured in pleasure, her buttocks writhing
against his face. He savoured the tangy muskiness of her asshole
and then moved lower, sliding his tongue into the dampness of her
slit. Rajashri hissed in pleasure, and he arched his tongue up
into her cunt, licking and probing deep, while he fondled her anus
with his thumb. Gasping, she writhed on the table, squeezing her
breasts in rising excitement.

"Yes ... Ohhhh yes ... yes ... there ... Ohhh god yes!" she
gasped.

She was gasping and panting with lust when he stopped and rose to
his feet behind her. Chortling softly, he moved forward, splitting
her buttocks open like ripe melons. He pressed his penis into the
cleft between her buttocks and slowly squeezed the cock-head into
her cunt. Rajashri hissed sharply, clenching the sides of his
desk.

"Come on ... yes ... shove it in ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!"
she moaned.

Holding her buttocks, groaning his pleasure, the judge slowly
squeezed his penis into her cunt. Deeper and deeper it went, and
he swung his hips gently in circles, finding the innermost
recesses of her cunt, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.
Rajashri gasped in joy. Her buttocks writhed and pressed against
his thighs and she slid her cunt back on his cock with a wanton
eagerness that made him gasp softly. When his cock was fully in
her cunt, he paused and then ground his hips in churning circles.
Rajashri chewed her lower lip in delight.

"Ohhhh ... yes ... yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhh god yes, judge ...
that's so good ... fuck me, judge ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt ...
Ohhhhhhh unhhhhh yes!"

"Mmmm ... that's so good ... yes ... take it, whore ... Ohhhh
yes!"

Her cunt convulsed and spasmed hungrily on his cock and he groaned
and started to fuck her slowly, rocking his hips in a steady
rhythm. The shaft of his penis glistened and shone as it dipped in
and out between the curves of her buttocks. Rajashri gasped and
moved with him, her body jerking and swaying with pleasure. He
leaned forward and squeezed her breasts and she turned her face
and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He
straightened and began to move faster, swinging his hips quickly
and smoothly. His cock pistoned and pumped swiftly in and out of
her cunt. His buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully. Holding her
hips, he jerked her back and forth on his cock, flinging his head
back and gasping in delight.

"Now," she gasped. "Fuck my ass now!"

Groaning, he eased his penis out of her and pressed the cock-head
to her asshole. She stretched, pushing her buttocks further back,
spreading them open.

Her anus quivered and yielded and he flexed his buttocks and
squeezed the swollen cock-head through into her asshole.
Rajashri's head whipped up and her face twisted in pain and
pleasure. The breath hissed from her clenched teeth.

"UNNHHH yeh ... yes ... OHHHH yes!" she gasped.

He groaned softly and, holding her buttocks open, slowly squeezed
his penis into her asshole. It cramped and convulsed frantically
on his shaft and he flung his head back and thrust it in deeper,
making her twist and gasp in agonised delight. Deeper and deeper
it went and then, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding his
loins, he began to fuck her quickly. His buttocks rocked rapidly
back and forth and his penis pistoned and drove eagerly in and out
of her anus, glistening and gleaming.

Each thrust rocked her forward on his table, which rocked and
creaked softly. Her face contorted in a rictus of passion and she
whimpered happily. She truly enjoyed having her butt fucked.
Faster and faster he went and she rose on her forearms and rocked
with him, groaning and moaning her passion, her breasts swinging
and jiggling with his thrusts. She began to orgasm, gasping and
keening with joy, her anus convulsing on his invading lance.

Moaning, he jerked his cock out of her. She gasped and sank to the
floor on her knees and, turning around, took his penis in her
mouth again. Thrusting a hand between her legs, she began to
masturbate while she sucked his cock. He groaned and jerked her
head rapidly back and forth with one hand, the other on his
swinging hip. His cock throbbed and pulsed electrically and then
he could hold back no more. He gasped and began to orgasm. His
cock spumed thick, hot, burning shots of jizz. She moaned and took
his cock deep in her mouth, letting him come, her tongue working
frantically on his cock-head. She swallowed his jizz greedily, her
head spinning with the tangy odour and taste of it. Moaning, she
opened her mouth and shook his head several times, squeezing out
the last drop of his gunk, taking it on her tongue and lecherously
swallowing it. Trails of sticky cum dribbled on her cheeks and
chin. She wiped them off with a finger and licked it. She rose to
her feet and they kissed gently and deeply, their tongue exploring
each other's mouths. He fondled her breasts.

"Thank you," he murmured. "That was wonderful."

"For me, too, judge." She turned and began to dress again.
"Remember this moment, judge."

"I won't forget."

She laughed. "I'm sure you won't. Somehow, I'm dead sure."


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P O O N A C O M P A N Y
By Mary Jorsay Gandmar
Chapter 3

Bonus Tips


Pandu was jubilant about Rajashri's success. Sharing his
excitement, she, too, felt giddy with joy. Victory is a powerful
aphrodisiac. Ramesh was waiting at the car when Pandu and she
returned from the courthouse. He opened the trunk and Pandu dumped
the papers into it.

"What happened, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"I won."

Ramesh's handsome face creased in a pleased grin. He saluted
smartly.

"Well done. Congratulations. Jayant will be pleased."

"Yes. And I'm feeling horny," she whispered.

He chuckled and held the rear door for her and motioned to Pandu
to get in the back with her. Inside, they had complete privacy:
all the windows of the car, even the windshield, were one-way
glass, totally opaque to anyone outside. She leaned over the front
seat and kissed Ramesh hungrily, her tongue writhing in his mouth.

"Hey, steady, steady," he laughed.

"God, I'm hot," she moaned. "Really hot. My cunt's on fire ...
c'mon Pandu ... stuff your cock into my slit ... quickly!"

"Horny bitch!" Ramesh laughed. "Pandu. Do it."

The peon knew what to do. He squeezed her breasts hard and pulled
her back and kissed her roughly as Ramesh, shaking his head, put
the car in gear and nosed into the heavy traffic. He switched to
the slow lane deliberately, taking his time, driving slow.
Fortunately the traffic had grown heavy enough to slow him down
but not too much that he couldn't keep one eye on them.

Flicking his eyes in the rearview mirror, he saw that she had
turned on the seat, leaning against the door, with her skirt drawn
up to her hips. Pandu's head was in her crotch and he was licking
her slit greedily. Her legs were spread wide. She pulled open her
blouse and squeezed her breasts erotically, moaning loudly.

"Yes ... yes ... Pandu yes ... Ohhhhh yes ... go on yes ... lick
it ... lick my cunt ... Ohhhh yes ... there ... Ahhhhh ... yes!"
she gasped.

Ramesh swerved to avoid a bicycle. Rajashri gasped and cried out.

"Hey, asshole! Eyes on the road! I'm busy here!" Pandu snapped.

Ramesh grinned and wove gingerly through the heavy traffic. At a
light, he turned his head and looked back. Pandu's head came up
and he sucked Rajashri's breasts sharply one by one, squeezing and
mauling them. Ramesh saw her unzip the peon's trousers and pull
out his penis. It was thick and long and hardening rapidly.
Bending, she pushed her head between his legs and took his penis
in her mouth. Pandu groaned and leaned back in his seat. His hips
bucked and twitched and he moved her head up and down with his
hand. As she sucked his cock hungrily, her body bent over his, he
stretched his arm and slid his fingers between her buttocks. She
shuffled to kneel on the seat, bent over and he pulled her skirt
up high and arched two fingers into her cunt. She gasped and her
buttocks writhed and she jerked in pleasure. He finger-fucked her
gently, twisting his fingers in her sodden slit as she sucked his
cock rapidly.

Gasping and panting, she stopped and he moved to the centre of the
seat. She knelt across his lap, her back to him, her legs folded
on the seat, and leaned forward on the backrests of the bucket
seats in front. Reaching down, she guided his cock to her cunt and
then, with a shuddering moan, sank her hips, impaling her cunt on
her peon's throbbing penis. He gasped and, holding her hips,
pulled her cunt down deep onto his cock.

The car coasted to a stop at another red light. Ramesh looked in
the rear-view mirror, then over his shoulder. Her face was inches
from his. She tongued his ear lasciviously. He smiled and turned
his face and they kissed hungrily, their tongues probing at each
other's. A car honked behind them and he turned away, swearing
softly and moved the car forward.

Rajashri groaned and gasped and rocked back and forth on her
peon's swollen cock. It felt wonderful in her cunt, hot and thick
and hard. It throbbed and pulsed angrily as she rocked and bucked
on it, jerking her cunt up and down its length. Faster and faster
she went, crying loudly and obscenely.

"Yes ... yes Ohhhh yes Pandu yes ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt ...
yes Ohhhhh yes baby yes Ohhh god yes!" she gasped.

Pausing, she slid off his cock, gasping and panting, and turned
around and straddled him again, facing him this time. With a loud
cry, she thrust her cunt down on his upright cock and began to
rock and buck and jerk up and down on it. He grunted, holding her
buttocks, moving her rapidly on his penis. Her breasts and the
gold chain around her neck jiggled and tossed. He squeezed her
breasts and sucked sharply on the rigid nipples. She groaned
loudly and began to orgasm. Her cunt convulsed on his penis and
she gasped as the orgasm hit her hard. Under her, Pandu groaned
and, thrusting his hips upward, jerked her down hard onto his cock
and exploded. She gasped softly, kissing him, thrusting her tongue
into his mouth as his hot seed seared into spasming, sodden slit.
Ramesh grinned and whistled his approval and swung the car into
the driveway.

"Hey folks, we're home," he announced. "Want to get out?"

Pandu and Rajashri moved apart and staggered out of the car.
Laxman opened the door and grinned when he saw their clothes in a
disarray. She hurried up to him and kissed him, too, letting him
feel her breasts and buttocks.

"I won, Laxman, I won!" she murmured, writhing provocatively
against him.

"Good for you!" he cried, genuinely pleased.

"Man, you should've heard her! She was fantastic! The fat asshole
against us didn't know what hit him!" Pandu crowed.

She walked into the study, discarding her clothes as she went,
wiping her crotch and face with her blouse, then tossing it aside.
The peons and Ramesh followed with the papers and books. Laxman
got her a glass of water. She moved to her desk, and sat back in
the deep leather chair and closed her eyes and stretched
luxuriously.

"Oh, I feel good!" she sighed.

The peons chuckled. She sipped her water and held the cool glass
against her face and then between her breasts. Tilting it, she let
some dribble sensuously over her nipples and down her belly.

"Laxman, come here ... I want your tongue in my cunt," she
murmured and held her hand out to the peon.

Chuckling, he moved across the desk and she swivelled in her chair
and opened her legs. He knelt between her thighs and thrust his
face into her crotch. She murmured her pleasure and fondled his
head as he tongue-fucked her. Languorously, she played with her
breasts. Her hips writhed in pleasure.

"Slowly, Laxman, slowly," she muttered. "Ramesh, get Anil on the
phone, will you? Pandu, I want a cup of tea."

Pandu hurried out to the kitchen and Ramesh dialled on the
cordless phone. He handed it to her.

"Hello?" she said as it was answered.

Laxman stopped and she motioned to him to keep going, biting her
lower lip and fighting to steady her voice. She held his head with
one hand and moved it around between her thighs.

"May I speak with Anil, please? This is Rajashri. Yes, I'll hold."

She punched the mute button and closed her eyes and leaned back,
murmuring happily.

"Yes ... go on Laxman ... yes ... there ... Oh god your tongue's
so good!"

Ramesh watched her with a smile. She was fantastic. Beautiful,
sensuous, sexy. She writhed in her chair as her peon tongue-fucked
her cunt relentlessly. Suddenly, she pushed him away and got up
and hopped onto the desk and stretched out on her back, spreading
her legs, her hips at the edge. The telephone was still to her
ear. She opened her cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand and
motioned to Laxman to fuck her. Chuckling, he dropped his trousers
and pulled out his cock and masturbated swiftly for a few seconds
till it was erect. He moved between her legs and, holding them
open, squeezed his cock-head into her cunt.

"Slowly," she mouthed.

He nodded and eased his penis into her cunt. It was big, larger
than Pandu's, about nine inches long and nearly two inches thick.
It went in deeper and deeper and she closed her eyes and arched
under him. He rocked in all the way. Rajashri hit the mute button
on the phone.

"Yes, hello, Anil? Hi, it's me, Rajashri. God, you really keep
people waiting, don't you?"

She listened with a smile. "No, forget it," she continued. "Just
teasing. You don't have to explain. Anyway, you want the good news
first or the bad news?"

Still on the phone, she motioned to Laxman to start fucking her.
Ramesh and Laxman chuckled. She was incredible. Laxman began to
fuck her slowly, rocking his hips gently back and forth and round
and round. Her hips writhed and pumped and she jerked a bit at
first and then she hit a rhythm with Laxman, moving steadily in
unison. His hips swung smoothly back and forth, and his cock
glistened and gleamed between her thighs. Ramesh watched it go in
and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing. Laxman arched his
handsome face and stifled a soft moan. His belly was hard and flat
and it rippled with excitement. Erotically, she caressed her
breasts with her free hand, and stroked his chest and shoulders
lovingly.

"Okay, the good news is that we won. Down the line, on everything.
That's right, including mesne profits and interest. Yeah, it's
really great. Thank you, and congratulations to you, too. No, I
think it ends here. I doubt they'll appeal. Even if they do,
they've got to come to Bombay, since this is a senior division
matter, and that's our playing field. Uh-huh, that's right."

Laxman wanted to move faster but she shook her head and motioned
to him to slow down. He gasped, visibly fighting for control, and
slowed his pace.

"The bad news," she said into the telephone, "is that you, my
esteemed client, are there and I am here. Why aren't we
celebrating? No, I don't want to go out. Why don't you come over?"

She turned her wrist and glanced at her watch. "Not tonight. I'm
busy. How about now? Is that good for you? Say in half an hour? It
is? Good. I'll see you then." She giggled. "Of course this is
informal. Very informal. You know what I mean. Yes, that's right."

She smiled as her client said something. "What am I doing now? You
really want to know? Actually, I'm at my desk. Correction. I'm on
my desk. On top of it. Naked. Laxman's fucking me. It feels
great." She laughed at the incredulous gasp on the line. "He's
great. Really great. Got this nice thick long hot cock and he's
shoving it in and out real nice and slow. Mmm, feels like heaven.
I'm hot as hell, so you'd better get going, Anil. Get over here
pee-dee-queue, my friend ... I want your cock!"

Smiling, she clicked off and stretched her arm, handing the phone
to Ramesh, who took it politely. She smiled at him.

"Later," she murmured. "Tomorrow. Not today."

He nodded and left them alone. She turned to Laxman and pulled his
head down to hers and kissed him hungrily, arching her tongue into
his mouth.

"Now," she moaned, lasciviously tonguing his ear. "Now fuck me
hard, Laxman!"

Gasping and panting, the peon began to fuck her rapidly, jerking
and slamming his cock in and out of her cunt. She gasped and cried
out, her body jerking on the desk, her breasts jiggling and
jumping with his thrusts. He groaned and, flinging his head back,
rammed savagely into her, swinging his hips deftly so that his
cock went into her from all angles and made her moan loudly and
obscenely. She clenched his arms and her face flipped from side to
side in delirious joy.

"Oh L ... UHHHHHHxman uhhhh Ohhh yes! Ohhhh god yes! Ohhh uhhh
*hanh*! *hanh*! Chodh mujhe! Jorse chodh! Ohhh Laxman! Laxman!
Laxman! Ohhh uhhhh ahhh uhhh ohhh OHHHH!" Rajashri cried.

"Take it! Ohhh uhhh yeh take it! Le le! Chul, rundi, chul! Le mere
lavde ko! Take my cock, whore! Take it! Ohhh yeh! That's it! Take
it all, whore, take it!"

He rocked deep into her cunt and she hissed in delight, her belly
sucking inward, her hand splayed on the base of her belly, fingers
spread wide, the first two clawing her cunt-lips open while, with
her other hand, she squeezed and caressed her breasts
frenetically. The servant grunted and, holding her thighs apart in
his hands, started moving faster still, ramming and reaming and
thrusting greedily deep into her sodden cunt. His buttocks flexed
and unflexed and his hips snapped and jerked as he swung them
rapidly back and forth, back and forth. Her cunt was an incredibly
hot, wet, tight furnace that enveloped his throbbing penis. He
gasped, transfixed by the sight of the glowing lust on her lovely
face.

"Take it!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes, take it, whore! Take my prick!
C'mon you fucking whore! Take it! OHHHHHH yes! That's it! Take it
all!"

On the table, Rajashri's body thrashed and writhed, her back
bowing and arching, her breasts thrust upward, her body jerking
under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing. Sexily, she
held her hands under them, lifting and squeezing them, moaning
obscene encouragement to her servant.

"Ohh yes lover yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Laxman! Fuck me hard!
Ohhh Luhhhhhxman Uhhh OHHH uhh OHHHHH yes that's it Ohhhh yes
shove it in, baby, shove it all in ... ram it in baby ... ram it
in hard!"

She orgasmed violently, bowing and gasping and moaning, her body
arching stiffly. Her cunt convulsed helplessly on his penis. He
groaned and plunged into her with a deep, slow, skewering thrust
over and over again. At last, as her orgasm ebbed, he slid out of
her and exploded. Gunk shot from his cock-head and she gasped in
pleasure as it settled, hot and sticky pale, on her dark cunt-fuzz
and slender thighs and belly, jetting up as high as her breasts,
dribbling slowly into her cunt. Gasping, grinning, the servant
shook every last drop off his cock and slowly squeezed his cock
into her cunt again. She moaned and let him fuck her slowly for a
few minutes till his erection waned.

Ten minutes later, her body still glowing from Laxman's furious
ram-fucking of her cunt and her multiple orgasms, she sat at her
desk and scrawled out several faxes. Ramesh transmitted them for
her and she sipped the tea Pandu had brought just as Laxman was
orgasming, thrusting into her cunt again and again till he was
done, flooding her cunt with his thick, hot cum. She could feel
its stickiness between her thighs still and she rubbed her legs
together pleasurably. Calling for Pandu and Laxman, she gave them
instructions. There was shopping to do, bags and papers to pack,
mail to despatch. Both of them were naked. She fired off
instructions and told them about the gratuity she had arranged.
The servants grinned, pleased.

"Okay," she smiled. "That's it, then. Thank you again. Now off you
go. Get laid well."


= o =

 

[prkin]

Hey Friends,

Cleaning up my computer yesterday I found a Gem. This is from an erotic magazine that started in July 1879 yes, you read it right about 141 years back.

The magazine was named Pearls and only lasted for 18 issues. But it had some of the best erotica one could read.

So I am willing to post it here, if there is enough interest. They are in old English and could be a good way of learning English who think they are weak. For others it will be a wonderful experience.

So let me know if you want to read it. That will be in another thread.

Following is an excerpt from one of the stories:

"John knelt between Jane's thighs, and made me direct his prick into her open cunt. I held it by the root as it passed quickly up. He told me to stir his balls and pinch his bottom.
"Meanwhile, I watched the operation with the greatest interest and delight.
"As the prick went in, the lips enclosed it with a kind of eager suction, and when it came out they seemed to follow it, as if loath to part with such a pleasant morsel.
"John put his hands under her, and raised her up. As he warmed to the work, his great muscular bottom heaved backward and forward with increasing rapidity, making his prick plunge in and out of her hot receptacle.
"'Are you pinching him, Susey? Pinch hard.'
"I pinched his bottom, and tickled the hole there with my finger.
"'Push it in, Susey, oh, that is so nice. Tell us what you see, dear.'
'"I see your bottom heaving backward and forward and your prick rushing in and out between the thick hairy lips of Jane's cunt.'
"'What else do you see, Susey?'
'"I see the bag below your prick, and feel two round things in it.'
"'Stir them, Susey. What else do you see?'
'"I see the round hole of your bottom.'
"'Move your finger inside, Susey. Oh! Oh!!' he cried, as he drove his prick with great force into her cunt, and banged his balls against her bottom, while she clasped him in her arms."
All this time Susey had been frigging my cunt with her fingers, and now she sprang on top of me, and pounded her cunt against mine, until our cunts again overflowed with love's sweet juice, and we lay back to rest.
The next time I went to Mr. T-, after the usual preliminaries of petting, sucking, &c, he said he wished to try a new mode of enjoyment which he had seen in a picture. So he first set up a large mirror before us, and then sitting on the edge of a sofa, he lifted me up backwards, and placed my bottom on his belly. Then putting his hand under my thigh, he raised my knee up to his breast.

 

[prkin]

P O O N A C O M P A N Y
By Mary Jorsay Gandmar
Chapter 4

Hard Cases Make Good Lays


Anil found the front door open. He frowned and looked around.
There was no one in sight. Puzzled, he stepped in and quietly shut
the door. Stepping across the foyer, he studied the decor. It
really was splendid.

He heard a door click and looked up. She stood at the top of the
stairs, dressed in a long skirt and cream, button-down blouse,
smiling down at him and his heart skipped a beat. She really was
something else. Beautiful, dusky, slender, just the way he liked
his women. And intelligent to boot, and one of the most splendid
pieces of ass he had ever known.

"Welcome," she said. "I didn't hear the bell, I'm sorry."

"That's all right. The door was open."

She came down the stairs and he smiled with pleasure. She was
truly lovely. She came up to him and kissed him lightly on the
lips and took his hand.

They moved to the living area and she poured him a long, cool soft
lemonade from a pitcher at the bar. He sipped it. It was
delicious. He didn't know it, but it was heavily spiked with Hedon
& Venery's choicest sex-pep powders. They were guaranteed to work
-- his erection would be monstrous and long lasting and he would
be able to come repeatedly.

"Like it?"

"Delicious. Very refreshing."

"It's a special recipe. I've added some special things to it."

"Oh? What do they do?"

She smiled slyly. "You'll see ... I've never known them to fail
yet."

He frowned suspiciously. "They ... it ... won't ..."

"No side effects. Trust me. I know," she reassured him.

He relaxed and smiled. "I suppose you would."

She took a drink herself and drained it quickly and filled a
second glass for herself.

"Is that how you're supposed to take it?"

"I like it double-strength."

"Very well, then. I'll join you." He drained his glass and held it
out for a refill. They sipped the seconds slowly.

He felt it within minutes and noticed its effect on her, too. Her
eyes grew sharp and bright, her nostrils dilated, her lips parted
and her breathing grew shallow. His body tingled and he felt his
loins stir and his muscles corded and popped. She linked her arms
about his shoulders and drew his head down to hers in a lingering
kiss. Her body was warm and soft against his, her breasts pressing
against his chest.

"Mm. Come on Anil. Where would you like to fuck me?" she murmured
huskily, tonguing his ear.

He smiled. "That's a misleading question, Counsel. Is the
reference to a space in this house or in your body?"

"Both."

"Very well. What do you suggest?"

"Well, the bedroom's upstairs, but that's boring. Let's say out in
the garden? There's a nice porch swing there. And as to the
orifice, you can have them all."

"That, Counsel, is an offer I cannot possibly refuse."

"Ah. My man of business. Oh, I forgot. Guess what?"

"What?"

"The judge actually said, quote, the Defendants are clearly
charlatans, unquote, while the Plaintiff is quote evidently an
honourable and upright man."

"He didn't."

"It's in the judgment."

"What did you do, sleep with him, too?"

She stared at him speechless and shocked and was about to ask how
he knew when he laughed and patted her bottom.

"Just teasing," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Please. Don't say things like that," she said, turning her face
and feigning annoyance.

"I'm sorry."

She led him out of the house, calming herself. He had frightened
the daylights out of her. Then the piquancy of the situation made
her smile. If only her client could have seen her with the judge
in the cathouse, giving him his first ever butt-fuck, and later,
after she had won, in his chambers, sprawled across his desk as he
fucked her cunt and ass and came in her mouth.

"What's the joke?"

"Nothing. I'm just happy for you, that's all."

"You did a great job."

"Thank you. I'm glad things worked out well."

They carried their drinks out onto the porch overlooking the
pretty garden. There was large, lush lawn in front of them,
bordered with flowering shrubs. Shady trees rimmed the high
compound wall that gave them complete privacy. Statues and
artifacts were attractively scattered around the garden. In one
corner was an imaginatively constructed rock garden with bonsai
plants and a rippling stream. The porch had a large and deep,
well-upholstered swing with a wooden backrest and an awning. A
pair of comfortable bolsters was arranged at its two sides.

"It's lovely," he said, looking at the garden.

"Yes. Our gardener has green fingers."

And a dark cock, she wanted to add. The gardener was a stocky,
muscular man with a handsome face and only two passions in life --
plants and women, not neces*sari*ly in that order. He had fucked
her often during her stay. They stood in silence, gazing at the
garden in the dappled light filtering through the leaves of the
tall shady trees, and she thought of the gardener and the evening
she had spent fucking with him. He was tender and adroit, and he
aroused her to fever pitch, dexterously keeping her teetering on
the verge of a thunderous orgasm. He fucked her repeatedly,
alternating between her cunt and ass. It was wonderful -- he
reamed her ass for several minutes, stopped abruptly and rammed
into her cunt and fucked that for some time, then paused, and
raided her butt again. He had screwed her there, by the rock
garden in the sultry air between downpours, their bodies dripping
sweat. She lurched and gasped and thrashed frenetically under him,
begging him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. He was only too
willing to oblige and she went wild with joy. His thrusts grew
fiercer and more savage and he began to ram-fuck her butt, making
her giddy with the algedonic sensations of his heavy, distended
penis rasping and grating in and out of her anus. She came
violently, crying out and arching, her mouth torn open, the breath
rattling in her throat. He ground on and on, forcing another
orgasm, and yet another. Finally, he came in her ass and, his cock
still spurting, thrust it into her cunt. He fucked her still,
jamming and ramming and reaming his big, thick long cock into her,
making her gasp and moan, then yanked out and thrust his cock into
her mouth and made her suck his cock and swallow his gunk.

The memory aroused her. She took Anil's hand and led him down the
two shallow steps into the garden and showed him around. When they
returned he sat on the swing and leaned back with an arm on one
bolster. She stood before him, smiling down at him and fingering
the top button of her blouse.

"Undress yourself," he said softly. "I would like to watch you."

After the night she spent with him convincing him to let her
handle his case, she had deliberately kept away from him, not
wanting to cloud her judgment. It had been rough on both of them,
for they had enjoyed their sex immensely.

Keeping her eyes on his, she opened her shirt. She pulled it wide
open, showing him her breasts and drew it off her shoulders and
out of her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She wore nothing
under it. Her breasts were luscious and ripe, the nipples already
stiff in puckered aureoles. She cupped her breasts provocatively.
His eyes were fixed on her as she reached around to one hip and
unzipped her skirt. It split open and slid to her feet with a
sigh. She was stark naked before him. She kicked off her sandals
and slid her hands to her groin, splaying her cunt-lips wide open
like a common slut.

"I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock."

He smiled. "And I want you," he replied. "Very much. Come ... suck
my cock ... I want to watch you sucking my cock ..."

He spread his legs and she moved between them and bent over to
kiss him. He slid his tongue into her mouth and cupped her
pendulous breasts and marvelled at the perfection of their form.
He squeezed them gently, rolling them under the hard heels of his
palms, twisting the nipples under his hands.

Rajashri whimpered softly, deep in her throat as he scraped her
rigid nipples and began to flick them with his fingertips,
pinching and tweaking them suddenly. She writhed in pleasure and
tongued his ear sensuously, arousing him. He squeezed her breasts
hard and she whimpered softly, kissing him again.

Deftly, she plucked open the buttons of his shirt, pulling it
open. He wore no vest. She caressed his naked torso. He was firm
bodied and lean and strong and his chest was broad and muscular.
His torso was covered with short, dark hair. She was glad he
wasn't too hairy -- as Sunnu, Jayant's wife, often said, who wants
to fuck an ape? Rajashri liked her men to have hairless torsos, as
most of her servant-lovers did, but then one couldn't have
everything all the time.

She caressed his chest and belly delicately, making him shudder
when she flicked his small, sharp nipples. Her lips fluttered down
over his chest and she licked his nipples with her mouth wide
open, like a wild animal. He bent his head, watching her. She
sucked his nipples, gently teething and tonguing them, nibbling
tenderly. He groaned. Slowly, she slid lower, going down on her
knees, her lips and tongue roving on his firm, flat belly,
swirling through his navel. She unbelted his trousers and flicked
them open and, with tantalizing slowness, drew down the zip of his
fly. She slid her hand between his thighs and was pleased to find
that he wore nothing under it.

She drew out his cock and kissed it affectionately. Not yet erect,
it was still seven inches long, over an inch thick, dark and
ridged with thick veins and uncircumcised. She jerked and stroked
it deftly and felt it throb and quiver in her fingers as it
responded, and began to swell and harden. Gently, she rolled back
the foreskin and opened her lips and slid her tongue out around
the cock-head. Her client gasped softly, his belly sucking in
sharply, his hips lurching.

"Yes ... c'mon ... suck it ...," he groaned softly.

She pursed her lips on the cock-head, rippling her tongue against
the frenum, trying to pry it open. His cock throbbed and grew
rock-hard under her lips and sputtered beads of pre-cum gunk. She
moved her head back a little and lasciviously caught the dewdrops
of his jizz on the tip of her tongue and slowly swallowed them. It
was an intensely erotic action and his pulse raced. She kissed his
cock-head again and now slowly parted her lips and slid them down
about it, engulfing it in the wonderfully moist warmth of her
mouth. Anil moaned softly. Her tongue pirouetted and swirled on
his cock-head voluptuously. Slowly, she took more of his cock in
her mouth and began to suck it, at first with a gentle pressure,
using her tongue to lap at it. She fisted his cock simultaneously
and gradually began to suck harder, moving her head back and forth
and up and down, jerking his cock in her fingers. Faster and
faster she went, and he groaned, his head falling forward,
watching her, deeply aroused by the sight. His hips bucked at her
face and he put a hand on her head and moved it up and down and
round and round to suit his pleasure. His loins blazing with
lust-heat, Anil gasped, fucking her mouth eagerly. She stopped and
lifted her breasts and squeezed them in a tight sheath around his
tumescence. She masturbated his cock in her cleavage, her head
bent, her long, sharp tongue flickering at his cock-head as it
slid up out of her breast-sheath. Her hard nipples scraped on his
shaft. He moaned softly. She stopped and reached under the swing
and brought up a small bag, smiling as she unzipped it.

"The tools of my trade," she explained with a giggle.

He gaped when she shook out the contents. Scattered on the swing
was a mind-boggling array of baubons, dildos, vibrators, sheaths
and sexual toys. Each was of the highest quality, and some he had
never seen before. She grinned at his expression and quickly
selected one. It was a hollow tube, about eight inches long and
tapering gradually from a three-inch thick base to an inch and a
half at the tip. It was of semi-soft rubber, and its surface was
knobbed and ridged. She gave it to him and moved between his legs.

"Here," she murmured. "Put it into me ... quickly ..."

She stood with her arms outstretched, her hands gripping the
angular supports of the swing, her legs spread wide, her cunt-lips
unfurled. He took the tube and pressed it to her cunt- lips. She
moaned and arched her head back, her eyes fluttering, her lips
parting. Her face was radiant with lust, her eyes glassy, her
nostrils flared.

"Yes ... now ... put it in ... UNHhh ... OHhhyes ... yes ... mmm
... go on ... shove it in deeper ... AHHHH ... yes ... Ohhh that's
good .. yes ... put it all in Anil ... all of it ... OHH!"

Her cunt was moist and meable and slowly, he slid the entire dildo
into her. Her body spasmed, her belly drew in and she moaned,
trembling and shuddering sexily.

"Now ... suck my tits ...," she gasped.

He leaned forward and bent his head to her swollen breasts. She
moaned as his tongue and teeth found her nipple. He sucked on one,
let go, sucked sharply again. She whimpered. He moved to the other
breast, squeezing and fondling the first. She writhed erotically.
He caressed her dusky torso with gentle fingers.

"Mmm ... yes ... yes ... Ohhhh yes ... c'mon ... now frig me with
it -- yes Ohhhh yes ... that's it ... fuck my cunt baby ... Ohhh
yes ..."

Her words excited him. He masturbated her rapidly, moving the
dildo and out and round and round. She writhed ecstatically. Her
reaction aroused him and he pushed her to her knees again. Gasping
and glassy-eyed, pulling her hair behind her ear, she bent her
head and took his cock in her mouth again. He groaned as she began
to suck it hungrily, her head bobbing over his lap. His hips
jerked and lurched and he rocked her head up and down over his
cock, fucking her face. The fires in his loins grew and spread.

"Come in my mouth," she mumbled. "I want to swallow your cum ..."

He groaned and began to pump his hips rapidly at her face, jerking
her head furiously back and forth on his cock. He noticed that she
was masturbating slowly, moving the dildo in and out of her cunt,
her hips writhing and jerking this way and that. The sight turned
him on even more. He fucked her mouth with mounting urgency,
abandoning all resolve to hold himself in check for more sex. She
sensed the imminence of his orgasm from the throbbing of his cock.
He orgasmed suddenly and she whimpered in delight as she felt the
hot, tangy spurt of his jizz in her mouth. She opened her lips
wide and let him see his gunk spuming into her mouth and down her
throat, dribbling over her lips. She shook his cock and let it
spurt on her breasts and caressed her face sexily with his
throbbing cock. She licked his cock slowly with her pointed tongue
in a sensuous, erotic gesture. He was astonished to find that his
erection had not waned a whit. He still felt horny and ready for
more sex. She smiled up at him.

"My medicines work," she murmured. "This will last for a good
while yet."

"I think I'll change my doctor," he laughed.

"I agree," she giggled. "This is so much more fun, besides."

"And good for the heart."

"Not to mention the other organs."

He laughed and she slithered up his body, squirming provocatively
against him, pulling off his clothes and stripping him. Her body
was warm and sticky with his gunk. He cupped her breasts. The
dildo still protruded from her cunt.

"Pull it out," she said. "Slowly ... mmmm ... yes ... oh that was
good ... I love your cum ... it tastes so good ..."

He grinned, massaging his gunk into her breasts. Her face was
streaked with it and her lips shone and he could taste it on her
tongue when she kissed him and thrust it into his mouth.

"Lick my slit," she whispered. "Tongue-fuck me now ..."

He turned around and lay back on the swing and she straddled his
face and lowered her moschate cunt to his mouth. He fingered her
cunt lips apart and thrust his tongue into her crotch. Rajashri
gasped and flung her head back. His tongue was wonderful, heavy
and thick and rough. He began to jab it in and out of her cunt,
sipping her cunt-juice, flicking her gorged, stiff clitoris. She
whimpered, her buttocks writhing and squirming, her hands gripping
the angled metal chains of the swing. It rocked and swung with her
movements. She squeezed her breasts with one hand, feverishly
rolling them in her palms, pinching and tweaking her rigid
nipples.

"Mmmmm ... ohhh yes ... yes Ohhhhh yes ... yes ... there ... yes
... there ... Ohhhhh baby yes ... ohhh god yes ... do it lover ...
yes ... yes ... fuck me ... AHHHH yes ... fuck me with your tongue
... my ... peon ... was ... doing this ... when I phoned you ...
right then ... on my desk ... and then he fucked me ... mm unhhhh
OH uhh OH unhh OHH unhh OH unnnhhh OHH OH OH OH OHHHHHH!"

Her words aroused him and he thrust his tongue deep into her cunt.
She orgasmed violently, her cunt spewing cunt-juice into his
mouth, her body going taut, her mouth torn open, her head flung
back, her nipples nut-hard, her breasts gorged and turgid. The
potent aphrodisiacs she had taken left her craving still more.
Moaning and keening eagerly, she got off his face and pulled him
up to a sitting position again. Kneeling beside him, she bent over
and sucked his penis again till he was rock-hard and throbbing. He
felt wonderful, as if he could go on forever, his cock rampant,
his balls surging with copious loads of cum. She straddled his
legs, her knees outside his thighs, his cock in her hand and
guided it to her cunt. Slowly, she squeezed the cock-head into her
cunt. He groaned at the sharp heat of it and flexed his buttocks,
thrusting his hips up. His lance ran into her damp slit like a hot
knife into butter. She gasped, her hands on his shoulders, her
head arching back, her breasts thrust out. He bent his head and
sucked on them sharply by turn and heard her loud moan. Her hips
sank with his and his cock was embedded deep in her flesh. He
caressed her buttocks and back. She held her face in his hands and
kissed him deeply, her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. He
squeezed her breasts. Her hips began to writhe on his lap,
grinding round and round, mashing her cunt-flesh with his enormous
pestle. She arched her head from his and moaned thickly. He leaned
forward and sucked gently on her outthrust breasts, making her
gasp when he tugged at her rigid nipples with his teeth.

"Ohhhh ... yes ... yes ... Ohhh god yes ... your cock's so good in
there baby ... mmmm ... so hot ... so hard ... c'mon ... fuck my
cunt lover ... fuck it nice and slow ... mmmm yes ... ohhhh yes
that's it mmmm yeh ... Ohhh god yes ..."

She began to move on his lap, rocking up and down and back and
forth, her clonic cunt slithering up and down the length of his
shaft. He moved steadily with her, his hips rising and falling,
his cock going in and out of her cunt. He fingered her buttocks
open and pressed his fingertip to her anus. She gasped and
writhed. The swing rocked and jerked with their actions. Faster
and faster she went, bucking and jerking, her head flung back, her
mouth open, her breasts bouncing, the gold necklace tossing on her
dusky flesh.

"Take it ... yes ... take it bitch ... take my cock ... take it,
you whore ... c'mon slut ... Ohh yeh ... yes ... ahh yeh ... yes
... god you're so tight bitch!"

Gasping and moaning, she lifted herself off his cock and turned
around with her back to him and impaled herself quickly on his
upright penis again. Now her legs were outside his, her hands on
his knees. Her shoulders stooped as she leaned forward and began
to move faster and faster, bucking and jerking like a maenad on
his penis. There were sexy hollows in her shoulders. Her face was
upturned, her mouth open, her belly drawn in, her eyes hooded, her
cries sharp and staccato, mingling with his grunts and gasps. He
bent his head and watched her cunt rise and fall on his penis,
transfixed and aroused by the sight. Her breasts jumped and
bounced as they moved and she squeezed them in excitement. He
prised her buttocks open and pressed his thumb to her sphincter.
Her cunt spasmed on his cock and she began to orgasm, her cunt
biting down hard on his cock. He groaned and reared up into her
and she cried out. He held her hips and jerked her down savagely
on his cock several times till he could hold back no more. With a
shuddering groan, he came, and felt the welcome surge of heat as
his jizz spurted hot into her slit. She whimpered in joy.

They were still unsated, their hunger even sharper. Getting off
his penis, she knelt on the swing with her arms on the backrest
and her legs spread wide, her feet over the edge of the seat,
offering him her rear. On his feet behind her, lobing her buttocks
open, he thrust his tongue into the cleft between. Rajashri moaned
when she felt it flicker at her anus, then ripple down to her
crack. Tasting his jizz in her cunt, he tongue-fucked her slowly.
Her buttocks writhed. Slowly, he moved back and began to rim her
ass. She moaned.

"Put your finger into my cunt," she gasped. "Three fingers ...
together ..."

He obeyed and she gasped, her body lurching as he tongue-fucked
her ass and finger- fucked her cunt. She groaned softly. He jabbed
his fingers in and out of her cunt, savouring the muskiness of her
ass, his excitement intense.

"C'mon ... fuck me ..."she moaned finally and he straightened.

She scrabbled on the swing and handed him a sheath. It was of
thick rubber, with a gap at the top for ejaculation, and covered
with thick, hard knobs and flexible spikes. Large ridges ringed
the shaft.

"Fuck me with it," she muttered in a thick, husky voice.
"Quickly!"

Excited by the prospect, he drew the sheath onto his cock. It was
a perfect fit, firm and just long enough so that his cock-head
stuck out of the top. It made his cock feel harder.

"Shove it in, Anil ... shove it in hard!" she gasped.

He pressed his cock between her buttocks, paused with his
cock-head at her cunt-lips, held her hips firmly and then flexed
his buttocks and swung his hips violently forward, ramming his
sheathed cock into her. She cried out, her head snapping back, her
body jerking and bending, her fingers tensing on the backrest. The
swing lurched and he tottered. He bent over and held the backrest,
too, pulled it slowly down toward his thighs, forcing her cunt
down onto his penis.

"OHmauhhhAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

"Oh fuck oh fuck yes!" he gasped.

He paused with his cock inside her cunt, catching his breath,
trying to control himself. The sensation was incredible. Her cunt
convulsed frantically on the sheath and his cock throbbed and
pulsed angrily in its confines. Moaning his excitement, he began
to swing his hips in tight circles, grinding his cock around deep
in her slit. She gasped as he found her innermost recesses.

"Oh god yes ... fuck me Anil ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she
begged.

Wild with desire and lust, he began to ram-fuck her cunt, jerking
and slamming his hips back and forth, reaming and jamming his cock
into her, holding the swing steady with his strong hands. His arms
tensed with the strain and his shoulders bowed. He flung his head
back and moved faster still. Her body jerked and lurched under his
thrusts, her breasts jigging and swinging back and forth, back and
forth. Faster and faster he went, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his hips swinging back and forth like a trip hammer at
top speed, his cock appearing and disappearing between the twin
orbs of her buttocks. Her cries were sharp and loud and lewd.

"YES YES YES OHHH BABY YES FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME YES OHHHHH UNHH
OHHHH YES YES OHH GOD YES OHHHHH YES FUCK ME BABY FUCK ME!" she
went.

"Take it ... take it ... take it whore ... take it cunt take my
cock oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes ... take it bitch ... Ohhhh uhhh
ohhh uhhh ohhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes! Take it, whore, take it!
Take it!" he said.

She orgasmed yet again and, unbelievably, he found himself verging
on the brink of another orgasm himself. He thrust into her hard
again and again, ramming deep into her. Her breasts jiggled
heavily with his thrusts. Again and again he slammed into her and
then let himself go with a juddering cry, swinging his hips
savagely, making her scream thinly as his penis spiralled into
her. Her cry turned into a joyous whimper when she felt his cock
quiver inside her and spit its load in stinging jets.

Gasping and panting, his cock still hard and buried in her flesh,
he bent over her and kissed the nape of her neck. Their bodies
were filmed with sweat now. He squeezed her breasts and she
moaned.

"Baby, you're incredible," he gasped.

"So are you," she murmured softly. "So are you. That was
fantastic!"

"God, if your father could see you ..."

"He'd die a hundred deaths ..."

Anil chuckled. "Think of it, bitch ... here I am, a regular
litigant, banging my lawyer!"

"Whose enjoying every minute of it, please note ... mmm ... don't
move ... your cock's nice in there ... wait a minute ... ahhhh ...
yes ... that's lovely ... mmmm that's good ..."

"Who'd have imagined it?" he said to himself. "His daughter, of
all people ... a fucking randy whore!"

"Come on now ... stop talking and butt-fuck me quickly before I
get bored."

He snorted with laughter and eased his cock out of her. She
shuffled her legs even wider apart and lifted her hips higher. Her
sphincter winked at him, temptation itself.

"With the sheath?"

"Not that one. Use another. Without the knobs and spikes."

He took off the sheath and found another one of similar design but
without the protrusions on its shaft. This one was smooth and
slippery. His cock lay atop the cleft in her buttocks. He slipped
the sheath on. It felt good and tight on his cock. He pressed his
cock-head to her anus and she tensed.

"Ready?" he muttered.

She nodded. "Yes ... put it in slowly ... then fuck me hard ..."

He squeezed his cock-head into her sphincter, which yielded
readily. She gasped, chewing her lower lip, her breath shortening
as she felt the fierce heat of it in her ass, pain and pleasure
flashing through her body.

"Yes ... yes ... deeper ... put it in deeper ... stick it in all
the way, Anil ... Mmmmm ... yes Unhh-Unh-Unhhh-OHhh-UNhhhh-UNhhhh
yes-Unhhh more Unhhh deep-unhh-er-yes ... unhh Unhhhhn ... illlll
yes OHHHH YES!"

Her voice was thick and guttural and it aroused him. Slowly, he
skewered her buttocks, driving his hips forward and piercing her
till he was embedded deep in her ass. It was fantastic. He flung
his head back and groaned, holding her hips and moving his from
side to side. Her ass was hot as a furnace and tight as a vise. It
convulsed and spasmed and cramped frantically on his throbbing
tool.

She moaned and whimpered at the sensations that crackled in her
loins and, thrusting a hand between her legs, began to masturbate
slowly. Her wracking, sobbing gasps excited him. She cupped his
balls and squeezed them.

"C'mon Anil," she gasped. "Now ... fuck me hard ... fuck my ass Oh
god yes do it!"

It was the most intense pleasure. He began to fuck her ass slowly,
ignoring her plaintive wails to be taken harder, intent on
savouring every transient moment of this. Holding the backrest of
the swing again, he moved his hips gently back and forth, back and
forth, forcing his cock in and out of her asshole. Rajashri
groaned and gasped, whining and chunnering and sobbing joyfully
under him.

"Yes ... ohhhh yes yes ... yes Ohhhh god yes ... fuck me ... yes
... fuck my ass Anil Ohhhhh Unhhhhh yes ... ohhhh god yes ...,"
she gasped.

"Yeh ... take it bitch ... le rundi le ... le mere lund ko ..." he
groaned. "Take it, you whore ... you fuckin' slut take my cock
ohhh yeh!"

He began to move faster and she gasped and lurched under him,
every lunging thrust driving the breath from her throat in a
rattling gasp. Faster and faster he went and the swing began to
jerk unevenly. He flung his head back and quickly stepped up
speed, going faster and faster, his hips swinging back and forth,
his buttocks flexing and unflexing. The cocksheath glistened as it
emerged and disappeared into her asshole. He hit a furiously
rapid, ram-fucking rhythm, jerking and slamming and ramming and
reaming and jamming his cock into her asshole again and again. Her
cries grew shrill and frenzied and her face contorted in a rictus
of lust.

"UNH UNH UNH OHH UNH UNH YES UNH OH YES UNHH UNH UNH UNH UNHH UNHH
OHHH YES FUCK ME UNHH FUNHHHCK ME UNNH YES OHHH UNNH UNHH UNH UNH
UNH UNHH!" she cried, her voice rising and falling in a crescendo,
pitch and volume growing higher.

"AH AH AH AH AH UNHH AH AH AH AH AH AH AHH!" he gasped.

Now he held himself still and began to jerk the swing backward,
jamming her ass onto his cock savagely, rolling his hips as he
brought it down. She went wild, her fingers clawing at the
backrest, her body twisting and arching and writhing and jerking
and spasming in a frenzy. Rajashri groped for a dildo, found a
long hollow tube and quickly thrust it deep into her cunt.
Masturbating furiously, she moaned and gasped and cried out as he
ram-fucked her butt.

The orgasm crashed over her like a thunderclap and the breath
hissed from her throat and her body went rigid and tense with
shock and joy. Sensing her orgasm, Anil plunged his cock into her
ass again and again, his hips twitching and quivering at her
buttocks. She moaned and whined and he pulled out and rammed into
her once, twice, three, four times and then shot and shot and
shot, his body quivering with tension as the heat surged from his
cock into her convulsing anus.

Trembling and gasping and panting, her body streaming with sweat
and wracked with shuddering sobs, she slipped onto her side on the
swing. Anil leaned over the swing, his chest heaving, his head
hanging between his arms.

Slowly, she turned over onto her back and opened her eyes and
smiled at him.

"My god, that was fantastic!" she murmured, holding her arms up to
him and drawing his head to hers.

They kissed slowly and he fondled her naked body and she his
penis. She slipped the sheath off his cock and made him move
sideways so that it was at her face. She took it in her mouth and
began to suck it.

His cock tasted wonderful, with delicious tang of her cunt and ass
on it. He smiled and gently pumped his hips, fucking her face. His
cock was still rock-hard and he could feel fresh jizz roiling in
his balls. This stuff was terrific.

"Fuck me again," she murmured. "Long and slow this time ... and
don't use anything ..."

"Au naturel?"

"Yes."

She opened her legs wide and he moved up over her and slid his
penis smoothly into her, going in deep. She murmured in pleasure
and arched under him, her legs spread wide. She clenched his
buttocks fiercely.

"I want your cock inside me forever," she whispered.

He kissed her and bent his head to her breasts. "I'm sure you say
that to every man who fucks you."

"True. I do," she smiled.

"And there must be hundreds."

"Probably true, again. But I still mean it. I love it."

"So I see."

"Mmm ... stop talking, idiot, and get on with it ... mmm ... yes
... that's it ... slow and easy ... ahhhh yes ... ohhh that's so
good ... yes ... mmm ... deeper Anil ... put it all in ah yes ...
like that oh yes ... that's lovely ... mmm ... yes ..."

They fucked gently at first, moving slowly and unhurriedly,
savouring it, knowing this would be the last. Then she spurred him
on to move faster, and then faster yet, till he was rocking
furiously up and down over her, his buttocks bouncing and bobbing,
his cock plunging and pistoning rapidly up and down, in and out,
thrusting in harder and harder, making her body arch and jerk and
snap under his. Her breasts bounced with his thrusts, and her face
whipped from side to side in delight and joy. She pumped her hips
hungrily under his, her hands squeezing her breasts in frenzy.
This time, their orgasms crashed together and her body arched to
his as she felt the final spuming of his hot, sticky jizz into her
sodden, convulsing cunt.

They lay together in silence and then he got up and picked up his
clothes.

"I must go," he murmured.

"Yes," she said, sitting up and coiling her hair above her head
prettily.

"Thank you for everything. You were wonderful."

She smiled. "Anytime."

"Can we meet in Bombay? I have to come there, you know. Your
fees."

"Of course. You're welcome to stay with me. I live alone."

"That would be nice."

"Will you be there on the twenty-eighth?"

"I can, if you like."

"Do try. There's someone I want you to meet. A house-guest. You'll
enjoy meeting him."

"Fine by me."

"Good. I'll see you in Bombay, then."

He shook his head in wonder. "I'll always remember this."

"So will I."

He shook his head and smiled and got to his feet. "No. I doubt
that very much. You have too many lovers, many will be better than
me. You won't remember me long."

She smiled and got up, naked and beautiful. "You're probably
right. You'll just have to keep reminding me, won't you?"

He laughed. "You're incorrigible."

"I know. I can't help it."

"Lucky for your lovers."

They walked back into the house arm in arm, and at the door, she
gave him a small, gift-wrapped package.

"What's this?"

She smiled, her eyes dancing. "Your medication. Take it in a glass
of water or juice every time you fuck your wife. Blow her brains
out."

"Thank you," he said, genuinely pleased. "Sushila will like that."

"You like fucking her, don't you?"

"Very much. She's a vixen in bed. Her cunt's like a suction pump."

"Better than me?"

"No," he smiled. "Not better than you. Close, but not quite."

"Thank you," she said gently. "That was smooth."

He chuckled and they kissed gently at the door and she waited till
he got into his car and backed down the drive, lifting a hand in
farewell as he turned onto the road.

When he had gone, she sighed and went back into the house. She was
thirsty and she drank another two glasses of her spiked lemonade.
She would need it. Laxman and Pandu would be home soon and then
Bablu would arrive, with his friends. She smiled to herself. It
was going to be a wonderful night, long and exciting, with several
large, thick, hard penises and plenty of steaming jizz.

She turned on the lights and went into the kitchen. She enjoyed
walking around naked. It gave her a sense of freedom. She checked
the refrigerator and the pots on the stove and nodded approvingly.
There was more than enough food, even if Bablu and his guys wanted
to gorge themselves. She doubted they would -- not till much later
anyway. Then they could eat all they wanted; the cook was
excellent.

And, like all the staff, he was a proficient lover as well. She
smiled to herself as she thought of the number of men she had
fucked in the past two weeks. Every man in the house had banged
her and done it remarkably well. She had wanted for nothing.

Ganpat, the cook, for instance. Last Saturday, a week ago, she had
wandered into the kitchen just before noon, looking for something
to eat. He whipped up a delicious snack, made her sit at the
kitchen table and watched her eat. She held her plate out for
more. He looked at her quietly, his arms folded and refused. She
couldn't believe her ears. She was about to explode, when he
grinned impishly and told her not to ruin her appetite. She
relaxed and smiled.

"In fact," he said, "if you want to build your appetite, I know
just the thing."

She played along and acted innocent. "What might that be?"

He walked across and lifted her to her feet and cupped her
breasts. "A good, hard fuck," he said. "With me. Right here. Right
now."

He was a handsome man, of about forty, with a firm, muscular body
and dark, earthy looks. Naturally, she gave in at once.

He fucked her on the kitchen table and turned out to be as good a
lover as he was a cook. He fucked her mouth, pushing her to her
knees before him, then lifted her onto the table and spread her
legs wide. He tongue-fucked her gently for a bit and then used his
rolling pin to masturbate her till she came.

Then he fucked her, taking her slowly at first, and then harder
and faster, pushing her to another orgasm. Just short of it, he
pulled out, spun her around and took her from the rear, standing
on the floor and bent over the kitchen table, ram-fucking her long
and hard, till she exploded violently. He juddered into her
repeatedly before he came, flooding her cunt with jizz.

He was both right and wrong. The sex did sharpen her appetite --
but for more sex, not food. She took him upstairs to bed and they
fucked through the afternoon. He fucked her repeatedly, taking her
in her cunt and mouth and, finally, in the way she so loved, hard
and deep in her ass, till she was drained and exhausted. She fell
asleep and he slipped out of bed. She awoke ravenously hungry and
devoured the lunch he had prepared. She had never tasted anything
so good. After that, he fucked her every day, and it was wonderful
each time.

Smiling to herself, she walked out of the kitchen. The sky
darkened and it started to rain. Rajashri turned on the lights in
the house and stood at the French windows looking out at the
downpour. A cool breeze started up and she shivered as it caressed
her naked body. Her nipples jumped erect. Barefoot, she stepped
out into the pouring rain and walked across the porch and stepped
down onto the lawn. The rain crashed over her. She shook her hair
loose and turned her face to the driving rain. She held her arms
wide, her eyes closed and savoured the sensation of the water
streaming over and between her breasts, down her back, between her
buttocks, over her belly and cunt and thighs and legs. She sniffed
the air and the heady smell of the moist earth filled her
nostrils.

The aphrodisiac-laden drink was working on her. It made her feel
horny again. Her breathing shallow with arousal, she went back to
the swing on the porch and selected a vibrator-dildo. It was ten
inches long, three inches thick and shaped exactly like a penis.
It was made of hard rubber, the shaft spiked and ridged and dotted
with knobs of varying size. She shook it in her hand and heard the
slosh of water inside.

It was a remarkable device, of which she was particularly fond.
Battery operated, it would not only vibrate, but would also heat
steadily till it reached the temperature of a tumescent penis. It
also had an ejaculation system that spewed heated water in sharp,
jizz-like jets at the press of a button. It worked with any fluid
-- she had used it with fizzy soft drinks, milk, juice and honey,
and, without the heater, with ice-water and cream. The prototype
had been designed by Sunnu and Neha, Jayant's wife and her niece,
both exceptional lovers and whores.

She lay down on her back on the soggy lawn. She gasped at the
sting of the rain. Her nipples were stiff, her breasts swollen,
her aureoles puckered. She caressed her breasts and nipples with
the dildo. Slowly, she spread her legs and forked her knees and
drew the dildo down her body to her groin. Holding it with both
hands, she squeezed the bulbous head of the ersatz cock into her
cunt. Her buttocks flexed and her hips bucked and she gasped, her
back arching. Her hands tensed on the dildo. Both arms
outstretched, her breasts bunched and squeezed together, she slid
it deeper into her cunt and gasped as it spasmed and convulsed on
the intruder. She pressed a button at the dildo's base of and it
hummed softly and began to vibrate. She moaned and arched. It grew
warmer and warmer, slowly becoming as hot as a cock.

Rajashri fucked herself with the vibrator, moving her hands
rhythmically back and forth, back and forth, sliding the dildo in
and out of her cunt. Her body bowed, her head flipped languorously
from side to side and she cried out, her mouth open, her eyes
closed. Her hips bucked and jerked and heaved and her hands moved
faster and faster till she was ramming and reaming it into
herself. She began to twist and turn it inside herself and she
gasped as the hard knobs and spikes scraped against her inflamed
clitoris. She soared high and free toward an orgasm, her hands
moving the dildo faster and faster, jerking it furiously in and
out of her cunt. She orgasmed with an ululating cry, her back
cambering, her hips bucking and writhing frantically and she
plunged the dildo into herself and hit the ejaculator button. The
vibrator whined loudly, grew hotter still, quivered in her cunt
and spat slugs of hot water into her sodden slit.

"Heyyyyyy ... chekitout, guys! The whore's fuckin' herself in the
rain!"

She heard voices and looked up. Her three servants stood at the
doors of the living room, grinning at the sight of her
masturbating out on the lawn in the rain.

"Couldn't wait for us, whore?" Pandu taunted.

"C'mon, motherfucker, let's ramfuck her hard!" Laxman mimed a
fucking action, his arms wide as though holding a woman's waist,
his hips jerking back and forth.

The peons stepped out onto the porch. Ramesh waited for a moment,
lifted his hand in a farewell and disappeared. She knew he would
do as she desired and not demand her body till the next day. He
was completely devoted to her.

The two peons were taking off their clothes, laughing and grinning
with excitement as they crossed the porch. She slid the dildo out
of her and rolled over and got to her knees, waiting for them. She
lifted her breasts in her hands and squeezed them gently in wanton
offering.

"C'mon ... come here, you lovely studs ... come and fuck me hard!"
she called to them.

"Yeh, we gonna do just that, bitch, aren't we, Pandu?"

"And then some! Nice and hard, and I'm gonna fuck your ass reallll
nice!"

"Yeh, while I fuck your cunt!"

"Yeah!"

They stood looking down at her, dark and handsome and naked, their
penises thickening before her face. Rajashri groaned in pleasure.
She began to caress them simultaneously, jerking and stroking
their cocks, kissing and licking them alternately. She began to
suck them off, first taking one in her mouth and then the other.
They fucked her face by turn, jerking their hips back and forth,
moving her head back and forth before their groins. She grew more
and more frantic and took both cock-heads in her mouth and began
to lick and suck them together in a frenzy. The men groaned with
delight.

She went down on her back on the grass, taking Pandu's cock in her
mouth with him kneeling over her face on all fours. He fucked her
mouth deeply, his hips bobbing up and down, his cock sliding in
and out of her mouth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his head
arched back. His companion lay on his front on the grass and
thrust his head into her crotch. Her hips jerked as she felt his
tongue swirl into her slit. She moaned deep in her cock-filled
throat and sucked harder still on Pandu's penis. Laxman's tongue
was thick and rough and heavy and she writhed ecstatically when he
found her clitoris and began to flick it with his tongue, sucking
and nibbling it gently. After several minutes, they exchanged
positions.

She found it intensely exciting, having a different cock in her
mouth within minutes of the first, and another tongue in her cunt.
She writhed and thrashed on the sodden lawn as the rain streamed
off their bodies. Pandu slid his finger into her cunt and
masturbated her.

She allowed them their pleasure. They took turns fucking her.
Laxman fucked her first, on her back, ramming his swollen cock
hard into her cunt, making her gasp and arch and claw at his
smooth-skinned back. Pandu chuckled and goaded his mate to fuck
her harder. She whimpered and her legs wound tight about Laxman's
hips and she clenched his buttocks, trying to get more of his cock
into her. He began to ram-fuck her, smoothly hitting a rapid,
reaming rhythm that drove the breath from her throat and made her
arch, her face contorting with joy.

Laxman fucked her for several minutes, and then, without coming,
yielded his place to Pandu. Pandu took her astride his hips,
impaling her on his upright cock. She sank down onto it with a
shuddering moan, and began to buck and jerk in a frenzy on it. She
called for Laxman to put his cock in her mouth and he grinned and
did so, fucking her face with pleasure as Pandu rammed and thrust
up hard into her cunt.

Then they took her by turns from behind, on all fours, her breasts
swinging as they thrust hard into her cunt, their cocks running in
deep, burning and throbbing inside her. Then she had them
together, with one in her cunt and the other in her mouth, and
they kept changing position till she was giddy with joy and
uncaring about who fucked her or how. She came repeatedly.

They stepped back finally with her lying gasping and moaning on
the grass. The rain had eased and the air grew sultry and warm
again.

"Now," Laxman said softly. "Now we fuck your cunt and ass
together!"

This was heaven. She moaned with pure pleasure and turned on her
side in willing surrender to her servants' demand. Pandu lay
behind her and lifted her leg up high and pressed his cock-head to
her anus. She tensed, then yielded and he flexed his buttocks and
his cock surged into her anus. She cried out thinly, her face
twisting in a rictus of pain and lust. Her breath came in
staccato, sharp, shrill gasps. Pandu moaned and began to rock and
jerk rapidly in and out of her anus, his hands crushing her
breasts. Then Laxman lay down in front of her and pressed his cock
to her cunt. She moaned, her hand between his legs, guiding it to
her hole. Pandu slowed and then paused, waiting for his companion.

Laxman slid his cock-head into her cunt. Rajashri almost fainted
with pleasure. Now she had two cock-heads, plugging both cunt and
ass. Slowly, the two men slid their hips forward and thrust their
cocks into her simultaneously. Rajashri's body twisted and her
face contorted in agony and ecstasy. Their cocks were big and hot
and hard, separated now by the merest membrane of flesh.

They began to fuck her butt and cunt together, groaning and
gasping, overwhelmed with excitement. Faster and faster they
moved, the three bodies astrive on the damp lawn, their cries
sharp and loud in the still air. She writhed and whined and
thrashed between them and her cries were loud and erotic. Their
penises sawed into her cunt and ass together, running in deeper
and deeper. Rajashri began to orgasm. Laxman felt the burning bite
of her cunt on his cock and he gasped and rammed deep into her and
shot his load, his cock spurting hot wads of jizz into her cunt.
Seconds later, Pandu rocked deep into her and quivered and moaned
and she felt the searing heat of his gunk flooding her anus.

They split apart slowly and lay on the grass, the mistress with
her servants. She panted and moaned her cunt and ass burning, her
chest heaving. The men panted heavily. Whimpering, she got
groggily to her knees and kissed one and then the other. Gently,
she took their cocks in her mouth by turn, sucking them steadily
till they were erect again. On one cock she tasted her cunt, on
the other her ass. It was divine. She sucked and sucked them till
they could hold back no more and each came in her mouth,
spattering her face and breasts and belly with their jizz, spuming
gunk into her mouth and down her throat.

She sat back and smiled gently at them and murmured her thanks.
The men ducked their heads with sudden shyness. They weren't used
to being thanked.

They helped her to her feet and Pandu collected her clothes as
they returned to the house. In the living room, she kissed both of
them with genuine affection, her hand cupping their cocks.

"Thanks, guys," she said. "When you're down in Bombay next, come
and stay with me."

"Definitely," Pandu grinned. Laxman nodded.

They left her and she went up to her room to her bathe. The peons
cleaned up and dressed and hurried out to the car. Ramesh was
waiting. He grinned.

"C'mon my heroes," he laughed. "I've got the hottest whores in
town boiling for our cocks!"

The peons whooped in glee and tumbled into Rajashri's car. Ramesh
drove them to Hedon & Venery's local branch, an elegant whorehouse
in an enormous and lavishly appointed bungalow not far away. The
brothel occupied one corner of a five-acre plot, superbly
landscaped with many bushes and huge shady trees, elegant wooden
bridges over a clear stream carefully planned to look naturally
unplanned. There was a rookery and a Japanese garden, a swimming
pool with a floating bar, a gymnasium, tennis courts, rock pools,
several elegant pavilions and pergolas and gazebos. A high wall
covered in vines and ivy gave privacy without hemming in the
grounds. They checked in and were told that their room would be
ready in half an hour. They were given drinks and invited to
stroll around the grounds and enjoy the sights. The three men
sauntered down the flagged paths, pausing occasionally to watch.
Everywhere there were men and women copulating openly. Every kind
of sexual antic was being attempted, some with startling success.
In one quaint gazebo they came upon a young sixteen-year old girl
taking three men simultaneously, in her mouth, cunt and ass. They
watched as she lay back on a man under her, her anus impaled on
his cock while another slowly squeezed and pushed his massive
erection into her cunt and she sucked on a third's penis. They
could hear her moaning and gasping feverishly, her body writhing
and thrashing as the three bloated penises sawed in and out of
each orifice. They watched for several minutes and moved on.
Crossing a bridge, they had to step past a handsome youth slowly
fucking another teenager who was on her feet, bent over the
handrail.

"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore, take it!" the youth cried. He
couldn't have been more than seventeen himself, but already he was
a powerful lover.

Beneath him, the fair-skinned girl moaned and gasped, her lovely
face turned up, her heavy breasts jiggling and bouncing as she
rocked and swung back and forth under this thrusts, her buttocks
writhing provocatively against his. This was Ashwini, a girl
Ramesh knew. As he came closer, she turned her face and smiled
thinly in acknowledgment. He grinned and nodded a greeting. She
was all of seventeen and she was a horny, excitable, erotic,
hungry vixen. There was no mistaking the naked, wanton lust on her
face.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Ohhhh yes uhhh yes! Fuck
me harder uhhhhh yes! Ohhh ma uhhh ohma ohma ohma ohma uhhhhhh
yes!"

The three men paused to watch her. The youth slowed his motions.

"Would you like to fuck her gentlemen?" he offered. "I can wait."

Pandu was tempted and started unbuckling his trousers, but Ramesh
stopped him with a dirty look.

"Thank you, sir, but no. We have our bookings waiting."

The boy nodded and continued fucking Ashwini. "Enjoy yourselves,
gentlemen. Good night."

Ramesh turned to Pandu who wore a disappointed expression.
"Listen, you fucker," he said. "Understand this. You're here as
Rajashri's guest. Specifically. You don't have special privileges.
The kid didn't know that and he was only following rules when he
offered the girl. Every guest has to do that to anyone who comes
and stands by in. Anyone who takes the offer is asked to leave.
It's an unspoken rule. Get it?"

Pandu looked abashed.

"And another thing, jock. You've only fucked in the lower grade.
Now you're with the cream of the lot, so behave. And keep all the
jizz you can. With the sluts I've ordered, believe me you're going
to need it."

A man came jogging down the track and told them their room was
ready. Ramesh thanked him and they walked back, Ramesh forcing the
two to look unconcerned and casual when they wanted to rush.

"Show some class," he snapped. "You're not in your usual seedy
dive."

He forced them to take their time, knowing that the sightings
would inflame their passion. They watched a lesbian pair writhing
on the lawn and, by the pool, two men locked in a homosexual
embrace, a hugely endowed, powerfully muscled man slowly
sodomising a handsome, slender youth. Beneath a tree, a young girl
was rocking back and forth on her feet, sliding her anus up and
down the length of the penis of a man who leaned against its trunk
and, holding her slender waist, dragged her ass up and down his
cock. Between flowering shrubs, two women were fucking a handsome
gigolo, one bucking eagerly on his cock, the other on his face,
the women leaning forward to kiss and fondle each other.

"Seen enough?" Ramesh asked.

"Fuck yes," Pandu gasped.

"Let's go, guys," Ramesh said. "Our whores are a-waitin'!"

Half an hour later, all three men were groaning and gasping
happily over the luscious bodies of the best whores money could
buy. Ramesh looked over his shoulder at the other two. Laxman was
grunting as he fucked a sexy young thing from the rear, on all
fours. The girl was sixteen and full bodied and her heavy breasts
jiggled and swung under his slow, heavy thrusts. Laxman squeezed
her pendulous breasts, crushing them in his hands. The girl
whimpered and swayed her buttocks erotically against his thighs,
running it back down his shaft. Laxman groaned his pleasure.

Across the room, Pandu was on his back with a slender young vixen
of seventeen bucking and rocking slowly on his cock in a deep
squat. Ramesh knew she was a young college student, who did this
as much for the money as for the pleasure. He had fucked her
himself. She was very good. He watched as she put her hands on her
hips and swung them round erotically, churning her cunt with
Pandu's penis. The peon groaned and squeezed her swollen breasts.
She arched her long neck, and her lovely face creased in pleasure.

Ramesh grinned and turned his attention back to the svelte, dark
young girl whimpering eagerly under him. Another college student,
desperate for money and sex. He flexed his buttocks and thrust
hard into her, making her gasp and cry out, her body arching and
bowing taut beneath his. Her cunt cramped on his cock like a vise.
He groaned and rammed into her again. Arching his head, closing
his eyes, he thought of Rajashri, and rammed his cock into the
cunt of the sexy teenager thrashing under him. She gasped and
cried out, her face twisting and contorting in unfaked desire. He
bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
She moaned and arched her body under his, her fingers digging into
his powerful shoulders.

"Ohhh god yes!" she gasped, her tongue in his ear, her breasts hot
and hard under his chest, the fleshy mounds scraping on his skin
as he rocked back and forth, up and down. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me
hard!"


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P O O N A C O M P A N Y
By Mary Jorsay Gandmar
Chapter 5

Task Force Four


Rajashri waited for her guests in the living room. She leafed
through a back issue of Tentigina, one of Hedon & Venery's
pornographic magazines. Like all their publications, it was
superbly produced with glossy colour photographs of gorgeous women
and incredibly well endowed men. She was featured in one spread,
with Deepak, one of Jayant's peon-studs. The other women in the
issue -- Nisha, Kuntal, Dipti and Susan -- were all stunning. It
was immensely erotic.

She had showered and dressed in a transparent white shirt and
tight shorts. The shirt was unbuttoned, its ends knotted just
below her breasts. It had a plunging neck. Her breasts squeezed
together under the cloth. She wore her shorts well below her
navel, just above her pubis and low on her hips. They were very
tight and she left them unbuttoned and unzipped, so that the front
split in a plunging V down to her crotch, exposing the trimmed
fuzz on her pubis.. Her clothes were as light as gauze, and her
nipples were clearly visible. She was barefoot. Most of her
midriff was exposed. She wore a gold girdle, one gold bangle and
matching earrings. Her eyes were lined with *kajal* and her hair
was done in a flouncing pony tail. Her lips were subtly touched
with gloss, and she wore a thin gold chain around her long neck.
She looked devastatingly sexy.

The bell rang. Rajashri tossed the magazine on the coffee-table
and went to the door. Opening it, she smiled prettily, her eyes
dancing. Bablu was surrounded by three young men. Seeing her,
Bablu chuckled and his companions gaped. She was stunning and
quite outrageous. Smiling, she stood aside to let them in and shut
the door behind them.

"What did I tell you?" Bablu said to his companions. "Great goods
or what?"

The three men grinned, and Bablu introduced them as Babu, Mohan
and Sandip.

Rajashri smiled at them, approving his choice. Babu was a tall,
lanky young man, dark and lean, with sharp features and a
pencil-thin mustache. He looked strong and lithe. Mohan was also
tall, but more muscular, with wide, strong shoulders, a V-shaped
torso, lean, high hips and a narrow waist. Sandip was shorter than
the others, but intensely good-looking with clean, clear features.
He was slim to the point of being thin. All of them wore trousers
and open necked shirts and open sandals which they took off at the
door.

Bablu looked at her and chuckled. "Like them, whore? Like my
choice?"

She laughed prettily. "I'll tell you after I've seen what they can
do, Bablu."

The three grinned wolfishly. Bablu pulled her to him with an arm
around her waist. He tilted her face to his and kissed her hard,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He cupped her breast in full
view of the others and squeezed her buttocks.

"We'll show you, whore," he growled. "We're gonna fuck your brains
out tonight, me and my boys are!"

He pushed her away and she stepped back, her eyes glittering with
excitement. It promised to be a night of good, hard, demanding
sex. She turned and crossed to the bar and poured five glasses of
the spiked lemonade from the pitcher Ramesh had been careful to
refill. She set the glasses on a tray and carried them back to the
waiting men, playing the considerate host to perfection. They
drained their glasses. She arched an eyebrow and offered more. My
god, she thought, with all that stuff, they'll never stop fucking
me!

The men gasped as the drug hit them hard. Their cocks quivered and
their muscles corded and popped and they felt the jizz surge in
their balls. Simultaneously, it hit her, too, and the men gasped
in awe and astonishment as they saw its effect. Her breasts
swelled visibly, her nipples jumped erect and her hips twitched
provocatively. Her lips parted and her nostrils flared, her breath
sharp and shallow.

"Motherfucker!" Sandip gasped in awe.

Bablu grinned at her. He had heard of such things. He began to
unbutton his shirt. The three men came around and encircled her.
She felt a sudden frisson of sexual excitement. Bablu pulled off
his shirt and she noticed that the others were doing the same. She
stared at him and he grinned as her eyes fell involuntarily to his
crotch. He undid his trousers and unzipped them slowly. They
puddled to his feet. He kicked them away. She turned and one by
one, the others stripped themselves. She felt her heart thud in
her chest as she looked at their bodies. They were all
well-muscled, lean and hard and their cocks looked lovely, long
and thick and dark, all uncircumcised, with heavy balls, their
pubic hair thick and springy. Mohan's cock was about seven inches
long, an inch and a half thick; Babu's was a tad bigger.

But Sandip's was incredible. It hung a good nine inches long,
limp, and nearly two inches thick. Other women might have found it
incongruous on one so short and thin; Rajashri found it intensely
exciting.

They stood there, watching her, chuckling at her glassy-eyed
expression, holding their cocks in their hands. Bablu reached
forward and hooked two fingers in the neck of her shirt, at the
knot. He jerked it hard and she gasped as the knot fell open.
Behind her, Babu pulled it off her shoulders and flung it aside.
They turned her around, with her back to Mohan, facing Sandip.
Mohan hooked his hands in the waist of her shorts on either side
of her open fly and tugged downward. The shorts turned inside out
and her buttocks and naked cunt were exposed to their view. Sandip
pulled her shorts down her legs.

Now they were very close to her, all four of them with their
bodies almost touching hers. Her nostrils flared with the tangy,
exciting, sweaty smell of their hot bodies. Four pairs of hands
fell on her naked midriff. Rajashri tensed. The hands began to
move, dexterously fondling her tingling flesh. Rajashri gasped and
squirmed as she felt hands on her breasts and buttocks and in her
crotch.

A pair of lips nuzzled her neck. Someone tongued her ear. A finger
probed her cunt. Another her anus. Someone squeezed her breasts
and tweaked her nipples, which were nut-hard. Her breasts grew
turgid. She gasped thickly as a mouth met hers, she did not know
whose and a tongue snaked into her mouth. At the same time, her
cunt-lips parted and two fingers arched into her flesh. She
writhed and squirmed, whimpering and groaning. The two fingers in
her cunt wriggled and twisted and her hips juddered in excitement.
They pressed against her, their cocks rubbing against her cunt and
buttocks. She moaned softly.

The men stepped back. She stood in the centre, trembling and
unsure. Bablu put a hand on her shoulder and pressed her to her
knees.

"Come on, whore ... first suck our cocks ... then we'll fuck you
one by one. The rest later."

Her face was inches from Bablu's gorgeous cock. She held his hips
and then a wild idea flashed across her mind. She looked up.

"Bablu ..."

"What?" he said impatiently.

"I've got an idea."

"What? Chickening out?"

"Not at all," she said tartly. "Ever played blind man's butt?"

He shook his head. "What's that?"

"I'll show you. Give me a handkerchief, a nice big one."

Bablu nodded and the men rummaged in their discarded trousers and
pulled out coloured handkerchiefs. They were of thick, printed
cotton and she nodded approvingly as they shook them open. They
were sufficiently large for what she had in mind.

"This is fine," she said, taking one and folding lengthwise into a
long band.

"It's like this," she explained. "First, you blindfold me. Then
you fuck me blind. Wherever you like, as you like, without telling
me whose doing it. I've to match man to cock."

The men chuckled in excitement. This was terrific. She giggled at
their enthusiasm. This game was popular at her bordello and had
several variations. One required all the players to wear
blindfolds. The men would then fuck her simultaneously and not
only did she have to identify whose cock was in which orifice, but
each had to guess where the others were fucking her. There was
also a third variation, with several women, in which the men wore
the blindfolds and had to guess whose cunt or breasts or ass were
on their cocks or fingers or mouths. She had played these games
frequently; they were especially popular with group bookings at
the bordello. Once, she and Nisha and Dipti had serviced eight men
together. The men were ecstatic. The girls went wild as cocks
swapped with bewildering rapidity in their various orifices.

She gave Bablu the folded band. She turned her back to him and he
laid it over her eyes and knotted it firmly behind her head. She
adjusted it. Sandip held four fingers in front of her face and
asked her to guess how many. She could not. Mohan raised his hand
as if to strike her hard. She didn't react.

Smiling, she shuffled her feet, turning around several times to
disorient herself. Silently, the men moved sideways in a circle
around her. She went down on her knees and now she did not know
who was before her. She held her hands up, reaching out for one of
them, her arms apart and questing. The men chuckled softly. Her
hand touched a hip. She slid her hand along it, found a cock. She
moved her head closer, her fingers stroking and caressing the
cock, trying to guess the identity of its possessor. The men
grinned. She moved her head forward and opened her lips.

The cock throbbed in her fingers and began to swell. She jerked it
deftly, flipping back the foreskin. Her breath was warm on the
cock-head. Her tongue swirled around the cock- head. The man
stifled a gasp. Slowly, she slipped her lips down about the
cock-head and began to suck on it. The man's hands fell to her
head and his hips lurched at her face. His cock ballooned in her
mouth.

She sucked it slowly, sliding her lips up and down along its
length, her head rocking back and forth, the cock glistening and
gleaming between her lips. She cupped and fondled the man's balls.
It wasn't Sandip -- the cock wasn't big enough; and it wasn't
Bablu -- she knew his cock intimately. Mohan or Babu then. She
sucked harder, moving her head faster, her finger pressed to his
anus.

The men understood the game and kept their silence. Her excitement
grew. This was going to be tougher than she thought. Shaking her
head in defeat, she stopped and turned for another. This one was
familiar -- the cock was big and hard, and she knew the smell and
taste and shape and thickness of it.

"Bablu," she said softly, looking up and smiling.

Bablu grinned. "Yes, that's right," he acknowledged.

The others clapped and she giggled.

"Come on, now give me my present ... come in my mouth ..."

She took his penis in her mouth and began to suck it hungrily and
quickly. Bablu groaned and fucked her mouth rapidly, moving her
head back and forth, back and forth, his hips pumping. The others
watched. Her face distended with his size and her tongue worked
his cock with cunning lasciviousness. She moaned happily deep in
her throat.

"Suck it ... suck it whore ... suck it hard ... Ahhhh yes ...
that's it ... harder, whore ... harder! Ohhhh yeh ... yes!" he
gasped.

He exploded suddenly, the drug pushing him over the brink, the
roiling jizz in his balls uncontainable. His cock spumed an
awesome load of gunk, thick, hot, sticky gobs of it spurting into
her mouth and down her throat. She opened her mouth wide as she
drank his seed, letting them see it go into her mouth and spatter
her face and lips. Sticky trails of it trickled over her chin and
down her neck. She wiped her face with her fingers and smeared it
on her breasts and belly and pubis and licked her fingertips.
Bablu remained kept his place and was astonished to find that his
erection had not waned a whit, nor had the clamour in his balls
eased. He grunted and grinned and the men whistled in surprise.

"Hey, look at this!" he cried. "The damn thing won't go down!"

"It's the drug in the lemonade," she murmured. "It'll keep you
hard forever!"

The sight of her sucking his cock and drinking his jizz had
aroused the others. Their cocks had grown erect. Quickly, she
turned from Bablu to another. This cock was huge -- ten and a half
inches long, nearly three inches thick. The man's hips were small
and narrow. Sandip.

She moaned softly and took his cock between her lips. The drug and
Bablu's coming in her mouth had set her afire.

"Sandip," she muttered. "This has to be Sandip."

"Yes!" Sandip chuckled and jerked her face forward. "Suck it
whore! Suck it hard! OHHHhhh ... unhhhh ... *hanh* ... UNHHHHH
*hanh* ... that's it yeh ... take it bitch ... take my cock Ohhhh
yeh ... suck it, slut ... suck my cock Oh god yes Ohhhh uhhh yes!"

He took longer coming and she had to work harder on him. She
quivered with excitement imaging how long he would take fucking
her cunt before he came. His cock was incredibly big and hot,
rock-hard and throbbing heavily, its shaft ridged with angry
veins. In all her unusual experience, few lovers had bigger cocks
-- Kishore and Jayant, certainly, and Hari, Neha's husband.

Intensely aroused, she sucked his cock rapidly, both fists on his
tool, jerking it faster and faster, her face bloated with the
enormity of his erection. Sandip fucked her face, his head bent to
watch her, his hips rocking, moving her head back and forth. She
felt his cock quiver in her mouth and she goaded him to come with
her tongue pressing at his frenum, trying to pry open the slit.
The boy groaned, and jerked his hips at her face. His cock was
magnificent. She guessed him to be about sixteen, and already he
was a wonderful lover.

She sucked harder, her tongue working frenziedly on his cock, her
head rocking and jerking furiously back and forth, moaning and
keening in her throat. The boy lost control and his jizz erupted.
She gasped and opened her mouth wide, letting him spurt gunk over
her face, into her mouth, and over her breasts and belly. His load
was even thicker and heavier, a veritable deluge and it went on
and on and on, spurting endlessly into her mouth and spattering
her face and breasts. Gasping and groaning, Sandip pushed his cock
into her mouth and made her suck it again.

"Let her go, you bastard!" Bablu snapped and Sandip stepped away.

Panting and gasping, she turned. At a signal from Bablu, the men
circled her in silence, confusing her. She found another cock and
jerked it, took it in her mouth. It was Bablu again. She stopped
and looked up and he laughed. She turned for another cock. The men
moved, too. She got Sandip, and then Bablu again and then Sandip
again. She steadied herself and concentrated. At last she caught a
cock she hadn't sucked yet. This one was the fourth. It was a big
penis, about nine and a half inches long and correspondingly
thick. It felt bigger than the first one she had sucked. This had
to be Babu. She said so, and found she was right. Babu chuckled
and the men applauded. He began to fuck her mouth slowly, grinding
and jerking his hips. She sucked his cock steadily till he, too,
came in her mouth.

Turning to the last, she found that they had moved again. She had
to take Bablu and Sandip and Babu several times in her mouth
before she finally found Mohan. Flushed with success she sucked
his cock ardently, giddy with excitement and the tangy smell and
taste of their cocks and jizz. Mohan fucked her slowly, savouring
the pleasures of her mouth, thrusting his cock in and out of her
mouth for several minutes before he, too, came, flooding her mouth
with his jizz and spattering her body with it.

The game, and her success, excited her. Her tongue and lips
tingled with the tangy taste of their gunk. Her breasts and belly
were spattered with gobs of it. A thick, glutinous rivulet of
spunk oozed slowly down her cleavage. Her body was aflame with
lust. She got to her feet and took off the mask.

"Come on, guys, carry me upstairs. Bablu, the second bedroom."

Four pairs of hands lifted her dusky body over their shoulders as
though on a bier. She let her head hang back and murmured softly
as they took the opportunity to fondle her breasts and cunt.

The second bedroom was large and cool, superbly furnished, with
muted lighting and a well-sprung king-size bed. Three deep
armchairs were arranged around a small coffee table by the window.
The room opened onto a large deck with a round table and four
chairs. On either side of the bed stood matching sidetables with
elegant table lamps. A closet was fitted to one wall. There was a
bathroom ensuite. The bed had curved wrought iron frames at its
head and foot.

Rajashri told Sandip to open the doors to the balcony. It was
still raining out, and a cool breeze fluttered the curtains by the
doors. She smiled prettily at them and got onto the bed on her
hands and knees.

"Want a show, guys?"

"What kind of show?" Mohan said, eyeing her body greedily.

She grinned. "Me fucking myself."

They chorused their assent and she fumbled to the bed, groped open
a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out several vibrators and
dildos. Examining them by touch, she selected two. One was ten
inches long and two inches thick, dotted with thick rubber knobs.
The other was smooth and even, about eight inches in length, an
inch thick. Both were shaped like penises, with bulbous
cock-heads. The men gaped in surprise.

Lying on her back on the bed, she began to caress herself,
watching them. Sensuously, she caressed her breasts, squeezing
them, rolling the rigid nipples in her fingers. She scooped gunk
on her fingers and smeared it on her aureoles and lips, licked her
fingers. Slowly, her hands crawled down her firm, flat belly to
her crotch. She opened her legs and lifted her knees. The men
shuffled around to the foot of the bed. They stared hungrily at
her cunt as she slowly pulled her cunt-lips open, showing them the
moist flesh within.

"Mmm," she moaned, rubbing her long, slender finger up and down
her crack. "That's good ... that's where I want your cocks ... in
my hot cunt ..."

One hand on her breasts, the other at her crotch, she began to
masturbate, arching a finger delicately into her cunt. The men
gaped as she moved it gently in and out of her cunt, murmuring
obscenely.

"Yes ... here ... hard ... in my sexy slit ... I want your hot
cocks ... your rock-hard cocks in my cunt ..."

Sandip licked his lips. His cock throbbed. She tormented them,
playing with herself before their eyes. Every one of them wanted
nothing so much as to fling himself on her and plunge his cock
into that tempting cunt. She picked up the knobbed dildo and,
making sure that they were watching her, slowly slid it into her
cunt.

"Ohhhh ... if only ... if only this was your cock, Sandip ...
don't you want to fuck me?"

The poor boy gaped, nodded. His cock was out of control and she
could see it starting to swell and thicken. She held the dildo in
both hands and spread her legs further apart. Her shoulders
stooped, her breasts, flecked with their gunk, squeezed in heavy
luscious mounds between her arms. She moved the dildo slowly in
and out of her cunt, twisting it round and round. There was
complete silence, except for her voice.

"Yes ... you will fuck me like this, won't you? Slowly ... slowly
... you will fill my cunt with your cocks, won't you?"

She began to move it faster, her hips lurching and twitching, her
face flipping from side to side, her back arching. Her breasts
jumped and bounced. Her mouth was open and she slid her tongue
around her upper lip in a wanton, lascivious gesture, her words
lewd.

"Bablu ... remember ... remember how you fucked me ... last night
... in my mouth ... in my cunt ... even my ass ... nice and hard,
too ... it felt so good then ... don't you want to do it again,
Bablu?"

Mohan and Babu were losing control, too and she smiled to herself
and began to move faster. Suddenly she flipped over onto all fours
and, with one hand on the dildo between her legs, looking over her
shoulder at the quartet, she continued masturbating. The men's
eyes were riveted on her sodden cunt being invaded by the phallic
substitute. It glistened and gleamed as it went in and out of her
cunt, twisting and turning, rolling round and round. They could
see the hard long tongue of her clitoris being scraped and bent
under the stiff rubber knobs on its shaft. She moaned softly,
jerking back and forth on her knees and one arm, her breasts
swinging. Now even Bablu's cock began to respond.

"Fuck me like a bitch ... like a whore ... from behind ... I'm
your whore tonight ... fuck me hard ... and keep fucking me, guys
... that's the way I like it ... I want my cunt filled with your
cocks ... I'm your whore, your slut ..."

Moaning and gasping, jerking back and forth, Rajashri went on and
on, the dildo pumping and grinding in her cunt. She stopped,
leaving it inside her, sticking out of her cunt and picked up the
second baubon. She stretched her arm down her back and pushed it
between her buttocks. The men gasped when they realised her
intention. Slowly, moaning and keening, she squeezed it into her
anus. Her head arched and she cried out, her face contorting in a
rictus of lust.

"OHHHHHhhhh ... yes ... and ... don't forget ... to fuck my ass,"
she moaned in husky sibilant voice. "Yes ... my cunt and ass ...
together ... and ... and I'll even take two of you in my cunt ...
at the same time ... you'd like that, wouldn't you, guys?"

She butt-fucked herself slowly, pumping the dildo in and out of
her anus and the men were mesmerized by the sight. Leaving the
second dildo stuck in her ass, she went back to frigging her cunt
with the first.

Her buttocks writhed and her body swayed and lurched back and
forth with the pumping of her hand. Her gold necklace swung and
her breasts jogged as she moved.

Then, half-twisting her body, she began to move both dildos
together, rocking them simultaneously in and out of her cunt and
ass. The men gasped in awe at her twitching and writhing before
them.

Sandip had abandoned all attempts to contain his erection. He
moaned and gasped and began to masturbate his gigantic penis. Babu
and Mohan soon joined in and even Bablu couldn't resist. Soon, all
four were masturbating.

Bablu groaned as he watched her hands pump the two dildos in and
out of the adjacent orifices. Rajashri whimpered in a frenzy,
gasping and keening, rocking the dildos deeply in and out of her
cunt and anus. She toppled over onto her side and, in a frenzy of
her own, started plunging and pistoning the two baubons in and out
of her flesh as she soared toward an orgasm. With an ululating
cry, she slid both deep into her and tensed, trembling and gasping
as the orgasm hit her hard, sweeping her along on a wave of
ecstasy.

She lay there for a minute, catching her breath, slowly pulling
the dildos out of her cunt. Then she turned over and looked at
them, grinning wickedly. Then she moved forward on her knees to
where Bablu stood and slowly tilted her face up and drew his head
down to hers, sliding her arms around his neck.

"Now," she said. "Now you must pay me for the show!"

They understood her meaning and broke into huge grins. She began
to laugh and the others joined in. She went to each man in turn,
gently kissing them, pressing her body to theirs. They were all
dying to fuck her. She moved back to the centre of the bed and
told Mohan to blindfold her again. He knelt behind her and tied
the band around her eyes and she adjusted it firmly. He kissed the
nape of her neck, his hands around her, fondling and squeezing her
breasts. She cupped her hands in his and arched an arm up around
his neck and turned her face to kiss him. She curled her other arm
behind, for his cock. It was hot and hard, slippery with pre-cum
gunk. She masturbated him gently and he pressed his cock to her
buttocks, squeezing her breasts hard. Twisting her face to his, he
kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"Not now," she murmured. "Fuck me later. Now let's play the second
part of our game. Sandip, there's some rope in the cupboard. Get
it, will you, there's a pet. Have you found it? Good. Okay, here's
what we do. First, tie me to the bed, like this and fuck me and
I'll guess you from your cocks. Then do it again, but from behind.
Got it?"

The men chuckled and Sandip tossed the rope to Mohan. She spread
her arms and legs, lifting her knees. Mohan lashed her wrists and
ankles to the bedposts. She lay before them, blindfolded and
trapped, theirs for the asking.

"Come on then ... fuck me!" she murmured sexily. "Fuck my cunt!"

A warm, musky male body moved onto the bed and bent over her. His
mouth met hers and his tongue slid between her lips. She writhed
under him. It wasn't Sandip -- this man was too well built. One of
the others. She felt the cock-head at her cunt-lips and arched her
hips provocatively.

"Fuck me," she moaned, lasciviously tonguing her unknown lover's
ear.

He teased her hard nipples with his fingers and lips and bent his
head to suck them. She shuddered in pleasure, but he kept his
silence, enjoying the game. He squeezed her breasts gently,
pressing and rolling the swollen mounds in her palms. He scraped
his fingernails across her nipples and, moistening his fingertip,
rubbed it over her aureoles. She shivered. Her breasts grew harder
with excitement. He dragged his tongue down her neck and between
her breasts, through the mucilaginous gunk smeared on her smooth,
dusky flesh. She tensed as his tongue rippled up the swell of one
breast.

She arched her back as though to feed it to his mouth. Teasing one
nipple with his fingers, he ran his tongue in slow circles over
the aureole of the other. Rajashri whimpered and writhed
ecstatically. He flicked it back and forth with his tongue,
rolling the other in forefinger and thumb.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh yes ... yes ..."

He tugged at her nipple with his lips, scraped his teeth across
it. She gasped and her body twisted sharply under him. Slowly, he
drew her breast into his mouth and began to suck on it with
increasing pressure. She gasped thickly. Gently and slowly,
nibbling her nipple with the lightest of bites, he let go and
dragged his tongue across to her other breast.

She arched her back to his face. His hand crawled down her firm
belly to her cunt. Her legs jerked wide open and he slid a thick
finger along her crack. She moaned and her hips jerked up. He
found her clitoris, and pressed it hard with his fingertip,
vibrating his hand rapidly. She cried out, and slowly, he arched a
finger into her and began to masturbate her. She whimpered deep in
her throat, her hips bucking and lurching, her head rolling from
shoulder to shoulder.

The man bent over her and pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.
She arched her loins. He flexed his buttocks and eased his hips
forward and sank his spear into her scabbard. She gasped softly,
her head arching, her back bowing, her loins jerking upward as the
searing heat of it slid deep into her flesh. Her hips jerked
upward and her cunt engulfed his penis. She guessed it to be
either Mohan or Babu, she still couldn't tell which.

The man began to fuck her steadily and she whimpered, her body
jerking and snapping, her head spinning from side to side. He
stifled his gasps, not wanting to give her a clue. She moaned and
gasped, lurching and jerking as his thrusts grew faster and deeper
and harder.

"Ohhhh ... uNHhhh OHhhh ... who're you," she moaned in
desperation. "Mohan? ... or Babu? ... Ohhhhh ... UNhhhh ... yes
... Unhhhhhh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard! Unhhhhhh ohhh yes
... fuck me ... fuck me yes!"

The other three began to clap, pacing her lover's thrusts.
Steadily at first, then faster and faster and faster, till her
cries and the resounding cracks of their palms rang in her ears.
She still couldn't tell. He began ram-fucking her and she went
crazy as his cock pistoned and rocked in and out of her cunt.

His buttocks rose and fell, bobbing and bouncing, flexing and
unflexing, his swollen cock plunging and thrusting and reaming
into her. She orgasmed without a clue as to her lover's identity.
Her orgasm passed and still he kept stroking powerfully in and out
of her. She stopped moving under him.

"Later, again," she moaned. "I can't guess ... let somebody else
try ..."

She had no difficulty guessing the identity of the next man to
fuck her. The ithyphallic youth was unmistakably Sandip. Levering
her thighs open with his knees, he paused with his cock- head at
her cunt-lips, flexed his buttocks and then drove his enormous
penis smoothly into her cunt with a single deep thrust that sent
her head whipping back. Her body cambered and bowed taut in shock
and her fingers went white, clenching the bedpost.

"Sannhhhhhhhhdiiiiiiiiiiip!" she cried. "OHmauhhhhOHHHHHH!"

He chuckled and, bending his head, thrust his tongue into her
mouth. She moaned ecstatically, writhing and twitching under him,
his huge cock embedded deep in her flesh. He fucked her slowly,
his small, hard buttocks flexing and unflexing and bobbing gently
up and down. His cock was incredibly big, thick and hot and hard
and it throbbed and pulsed electrically, deep in her belly.
Moaning heavily, she writhed under him, her hips heaving and
grinding under his thighs. What a man, she thought, oh god, what a
man!

He bent his head and sucked her breasts and she writhed and
gasped, her body thrashing and jerking, twisting and heaving.
Fucking her steadily, he surprised her with his skill. He moved
gently, letting her get accustomed to the enormity of his penis,
swinging his hips in gentle undulating circular motions, grinding
his cock in her cunt. Her jizz-spattered body arched and twisted
under his, her turgid breasts and hard nipples scraping against
his lean chest. His huge cock rasped against her inflamed
clitoris.

"Yes ... Ohh YES ... YES OH GOD YES ... FUCK ME SANDIP ... FUCK MY
CUNT ... YEH ... OHH YES ... THAT'S IT UNHH!" she whimpered.

On outstretched arms and knees over her, the slender youth changed
his rhythm and swung his hips smoothly up and down, back and
forth. Taking his time, moving slowly and easily at first, gently
probing her cunt, he slid his cock deeply in and out in a steady
rhythm. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his monster penis
glistened and gleamed as it appeared and disappeared into her
cunt. The others watched, fascinated.

"Take it whore! Take my cock ... take it, YEH!" the lad gasped.

Suddenly, he started ramming his penis into her cunt. She cried
out in shock, her face contorting, her body twisting in lust under
him. The huge cock thundered into her cunt, reaming and ramming,
spiralling in deep. Her loins juddered and thudded up against his,
its muscles convulsing and spasming frantically on the gigantic
cock- shaft. Her breasts bounced and jiggled violently and the
gold chain around her neck jumped and slapped on her flesh. Her
back bowed and unbowed, rose and fell and her body jerked hard
under his thrusts.

"OH OH OH OH OH OH OHH ma uNHHH AH SANDIP UNHHH OHHH!" she
screamed.

Abruptly, just as she verged on the brink of an orgasm, he slowed
again and began to fuck her slowly. She gasped in joy and awe and
he bent his head to her breasts, making her moan softly as he
teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Again, without
warning, he reared up and slammed his cock into her and began to
ram-fuck her, reaming his penis into her cunt. She screamed
thinly, her body jerking, her back bowing and unbowing, her
breasts bouncing and exploded violently. Her cunt convulsed in a
frenzy on his penis, and he gasped and flung his head back and
slammed his penis into her repeatedly. With a shuddering moan, he
rammed in deep and held fast, his hips twitching at her cunt. His
cock erupted, and she gasped and arched in unbridled joy as his
lava-hot jizz spewed in a never-ending flood into her slit.

Panting, Sandip rolled off her body. Within seconds, her third
lover had his cock embedded in her cunt. She recognised him at
once. This was Babu, and so the first had to be Mohan. Babu
sniggered in approval and fucked her quickly and efficiently,
pushing her to another orgasm before he exploded inside her. Then
Mohan took his place and fucked her steadily till he, too, came.

The last was Bablu. His cock was familiar and she didn't have to
guess at all. It was beautiful, just right, big and strong and
thick and hot and hard. He took her gently, kissing and fondling
her body, caressing her breasts and face till she was whimpering
with joy. He slowed and pulled off her blindfold. She blinked her
eyes, squinted and smiled at him. She moved slowly under him, her
cunt heaving and convulsing on his steadily stroking cock.

"Having fun?" she murmured, tonguing his ear.

"Mm. Yes. Very much. You're not tired?"

She was touched by his concern. "Not at all. I could go on all
night, no problem."

"Good. These three are animals."

"So much the better."

"Listen. If you don't want to do anything they want, tell me. I'll
stop them."

"Will they listen to you?"

"I'll stuff their balls in their asses if they don't!"

She smiled. My hero, she thought. God, what a stud ... I must
remember to report him to HQ. Him and the others. They're special.
Jayant will be pleased.

"Come ... now fuck me hard," she murmured.

At once, he responded like a thoroughbred stallion, smoothly
picking up speed. Faster and faster he went and she moved in
perfect unison with him, matching him thrust for thrust, with
practiced skill and ease. Their bodies rocked and jerked together,
their cries rising in a crescendo of joy. He flung his head back
as his buttocks pumped and pistoned faster and faster, thrusting
his cock deeper and deeper into her, burying himself in the
incredible warmth and tightness of her cunt-sheath. As his cock
stroked powerfully into her flesh, she arched and bowed beneath
him, her head turning sensuously from side to side, goading him
with obscene words and lewd love-calls. He began ram-fucking her,
moving furiously and she cried out, her body jerking and snapping
under his thrusts, her breasts bouncing and tossing. Her cries
rose and grew sharp and staccato and she orgasmed with intense
pleasure, her body bowing taut under his. He groaned at the
convulsing spasms of her cunt on his penis. He thrust into her
again till she felt his seed spurt in her cunt.

They rested, with Rajashri still lashed to the bed, the men
sprawled about the room. Babu went down and fetched the lemonade.
The men drank, then untied her and gave her a drink, too. The
drugs sharpened their lust afresh. The four penises jerked erect
and sawed the air. Smiling, she went to each of them in turn and
took their cocks in her mouth, sucking hungrily.

"Fuck me again," she grinned. "All of you. On my front this time."

Returning to the bed, turning on her knees and forearms, Rajashri
spread her thighs, offering the foursome her cunt and butt. Babu
tied her wrists to the bedposts again but left her legs free. Her
swollen breasts hung luscious and succulent. She looked over her
shoulder at the four men and ran her tongue lasciviously over her
upper lip.

"Come on then ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt, guys ... I'm hot for
you!"

Mohan sprang forward with a gasp and, kneeling behind her, quickly
squeezed his throbbing penis into her cunt. She moaned softly with
pleasure as his penis ran into her cunt. He fucked her rapidly,
holding her hips and jerking his cock in and out of her cunt.
Whimpering and gasping, she rocked under him, her breasts swinging
erotically. He went faster and she cried out, her body jerking and
snapping under his thrusts. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and
his cock glistened and gleamed as it went in and out of her cunt.
Faster and faster he went and their orgasms crashed together and
he shot his load in her slit. Then it was Babu's turn, and Bablu
followed, squatting astride her hips and ramming hungrily in and
out of her cunt till he was sated.

When Sandip took his chance, she was quivering with excitement. He
pulled her hips up high, her legs out straight and, standing
behind her, bent over her so that their bodies were like two
hairpins. Slowly, he squeezed his cock into her, going in deep and
then, as his mates watched, began to ram-fuck her cunt. His
buttocks flexed and unflexed and the others could see the puckered
flesh of his anus and the glistening penis as it thundered
powerfully in and out of her cunt. Her head hung between her arms,
and she clenched the bedposts, crying out in joy. Her breasts
tossed violently under him and he squeezed them in a frenzy as her
cunt cramped viciously on his cock and forced his orgasm.

All five were doped to the gills with potent aphrodisiacs. Within
minutes, they were fucking again. This time, she made them untie
her and allowed them to do what they wanted.

The men paired off and Mohan and Babu fucked her together in her
cunt and mouth, switching places frequently. Then it was Sandip
and Bablu, and, after they were done, she took them again, one by
one. After a short respite, they said they wanted more. She did
not refuse, and now she gave them a whirl. She took both Mohan and
Babu in her cunt and ass simultaneously, while Sandip fucked her
mouth. On and on they went, sating their lust. They were exhausted
when they finally finished, several hours later. Rajashri left
them and staggered to her bedroom and crawled into bed. Within
minutes, she was asleep.

She woke to the touch of Ramesh's lips on her nipple. She stirred
and stretched and arched and he sucked gently on her nipple. She
murmured her pleasure, caressing his head.

"Good morning. Had fun last night?"

"Oh yes. They were very good. And you?"

"Magnificent."

"When did you get back?"

"About three o'clock."

"Were they still here?"

"Yeah. Snoring. I threw them out. Enough is enough."

"Good for you."

Rajashri's driver smiled and kissed her deeply, his tongue
inveigling into her mouth. She murmured softly, caressing his
hard, naked body, her hand trickling down to his crotch. His penis
hardened slowly as she caressed it. His lips slithered down her
body and she arched her back when he swirled his tongue around her
puckered aureoles and gently flicked her stiff nipples with his
tongue. Slowly, he squeezed one succulent mound in his hand and
sucked it tenderly, scraping her nipple across his teeth and gums
and the roof of his mouth. She sighed in pleasure as tiny flames
of excitement leapt to her groin. He squeezed both breasts
together and sucked her nipples simultaneously, making her gasp
when he nibbled sharply, briefly on her hard nipples.

"Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god Ramesh yes!"

Chuckling softly, he moved his head lower, down her firm belly to
her crotch and she spread her legs and caressed his head. He
licked her slit gently and she murmured softly, moving his head
round and round in her crotch.

"Mm, that's lovely. Come on, give me your cock."

He swung around and they sixty-nined. His penis was wonderful,
thick and long and dark and she took it in her mouth and sucked
gently on it, savouring its taste and weight and size. His tongue
was lovely in her cunt, thick and rough and adroit. He rolled off
and she slid her body over his, straddling his hips and swiftly
impaling her cunt on her driver's penis. Suddenly, she giggled. He
grinned, looking at her astride him, and squeezed her breasts
gently.

"What's the joke, cunt?"

She laughed. "Hey. When you do this to me, what are you?"

"What?"

"My screwdriver!"

Ramesh laughed. She bent over and kissed him, sliding her tongue
into his mouth. Her breasts were hot and heavy in his hands and
she began to rock gently on his penis.

An hour later, they were ready to leave. She came downstairs and
said goodbye to the servants to had lined up at the door. She
kissed each of them in turn, gently and tenderly, fondling their
crotches. Pandu pawed her breasts and asked if he could fuck her
one last time.

"Do all of you want to?" she murmured, looking at Laxman and the
cook and the gardener.

They nodded and she smiled. "Okay, come on then. Out on the
verandah."

On the porch, Rajashri let them strip her slowly and fondle her
body. One by one, she undressed them, pulling off their shirts,
opening their shorts or trousers and gently fondling their long
penises. Without exception, all the servants were well endowed.
Rajashri let them crowd around her and, murmuring in pleasure,
kissed one, then another, then the third and the fourth. Hands
caressed her breasts and buttocks and cunt. Her body warmed with
excitement and lust.

She turned first to the gardener and, kissing him, slowly,
lasciviously slid down his body, pausing briefly to suck his
nipples, going down to her knees. Taking his cock in her fingers,
she lifted it to her lips and started to suck it gently, her head
rocking back and forth. The gardener grunted and fucked her face
slowly, with visible pleasure, rocking her head back and forth in
his hands. His cock swelled in her mouth. Then she turned to the
cook and, when he was erect, to Laxman and finally to the
impatient, grumbling Pandu.

She laughed softly as she sucked him, and relented and let him
fuck her first. Lying on her back on the cool tiles, Rajashri
parted her legs and the servant bent over her and slowly ground
his cock into her, watching her face and gasping. She moaned
thickly, caressing his back and her hips bucked up to meet his in
descent. Her hands slid down to grip his buttocks and her legs
wound taut about his lean hips as she drew him deep into her
flesh. His cock throbbed powerfully and she loved every inch of it
inside her.

"C'mon, Pandu," she said, kissing him deeply. "Now fuck me hard!"

The servants fucked her by turns, quickly and deeply, thrusting
greedily into her clonic, convulsing cunt again and again, taking
her in different positions. After Pandu had finished, the cook
fucked her from behind, kneeling behind her and holding her hips
and rocking her cunt back and forth along the length of his thick,
long penis. Then it was Laxman's turn and he fucked her on her
side, lying behind her and jigging her eagerly up and down on his
upright penis. The gardener loved sodomising her and she let him
have his way, bowing to his desire when he squeezed his massive
cock into her rear channel.

Each of them came hard, spewing his gunk into her cunt or mouth or
anus. Finally, they were sated and, after a few minutes, she rose.
Going back to the bedroom, she cleaned up and said her final adieu
and climbed into her car. Ramesh gunned the engine and the car
slid smoothly forward. Rajashri waved to the servants and then
rolled up the window and leaned back in her seat.

"Home," she said. "Take me home Ramesh. And drive slowly."

She slept for an hour and then, waking, told Ramesh to pull off
the highway onto a small dirt track that led to the Indrayani
river. He stopped the car on the riverbank and she got out and
strolled down the edge, her sandals in her hands, dipping her feet
in the rippling water. Ramesh followed at a distance. Rajashri
strolled back to a leafy tree by the river's edge. There was a
soft grassy carpet at its foot. She turned to her chauffeur and
smiled.

"Come here, lover," she murmured, unbuttoning her blouse. "Come
and fuck me."

Ramesh grinned and sauntered up. She tilted her face to his,
closing her eyes and murmuring as his tongue snaked into her mouth
and his hands cupped her beautiful breasts. She unbuttoned his
tunic slowly, caressing his muscular torso with her shapely
fingers and then slowly unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down
his fly. His penis was warm and thick and inviting in her hands.
With a soft sigh, Rajashri slid to her knees on the grassy verge
and, opening her mouth, took her servant's penis in her mouth.


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