Chapter 1: Up Close and Personal

THE HANDSOME YOUNG servant gasped softly in deep pleasure. He stood naked on the cool stone floor, his feet spread apart, his hands gripping the head of the eighteen-year old girl who knelt before him. Her pretty face was distended with the size of his swollen penis. He grunted and pulled her face deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same time. She took his cock deep in her mouth, her hands clenching his buttocks, sucking hungrily. He groaned again, arching his head, his eyes fluttering. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and moist and her tongue was like an electric eel, a thing alive, magical and irresistible.

“Yes!” he groaned. “C’mon ... do it! Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it! Choos, rundi! Jorse choos! Choos mere lavde ko... hanh ... uhhh hanh ... uhhh hanh uhhh aise... chul, rundi... jorse ... harder, slut ... suck harder!”

She whimpered in excitement at his coarse, sexy words and took his cock deeper still in her mouth, sucking feverishly. The servant grinned to himself. He could hardly believe his luck. Here he was, a mere servant, fucking the teenage daughter of the household -- and she was his whore, his whore, his to fuck and fuck and fuck as and when he fancied her. He was the first man to fuck her, a few months ago and, so far as he knew, still the only one. He never ceased to marvel at how much she had learned and how quickly.

Her name was Shirlyn and she was bewitching. She was so lovely, so pretty, so sexy, slender and curved. He couldn’t stop ogling her. She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was narrow so that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape, without a trace of the body hair he so disliked in the women he fucked. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin. Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.

He had been with the family for some time now. It was a large, airy three bedroom flat in one of four buildings around a large courtyard in a crowded locality in Central Bombay. The family was essentially Hindu, but they had converted to Christianity some generations ago. It remained a peculiar mix of the two religions -- very Hindu in dress and speech and even in some food habits, but they all went to church and spoke English and ate beef.

It was a bit of a crowd, with ten people under one roof. He learned that Shirlyn’s parents died when she was little and the house was shared by Shirlyn, her sister Sheila and their brother Harry, who had one bedroom, and her father’s two brothers, their wives and her four male cousins. Kenny and Lewis were the sons of her elder uncle, Stanley, and his wife, Rosie. Calvin, the younger uncle, and his wife Mollie, had Jerry and Peter. Her uncles were in their forties. The elder boys were about Shirlyn’s age, their brothers a year or two younger. Shirlyn’s sister and brother were much older than she, and Shirlyn was brought up by her siblings.

With so many people sharing a limited space, there was constant tension and, frequently, there would be flare-ups and fights. The uncles tried to keep peace but there were times when they were forced to side with their wives, which only exacerbated matters. Being the youngest, and essentially dependent on the uncles, Shirlyn and her siblings were often isolated and picked on. As he grew older, Shirlyn’s brother afforded some protection but, without complete financial independence, he wasn’t always free to act and speak as he felt.

Shirlyn grew up in this atmosphere, surrounded by elders, mostly men, with very little female influence or companionship of her own age. By the time she attained puberty, she was used to seeing the men move around the house bare-chested in their trousers or shorts or with towels or lungis wrapped around their waists. She had a lively mind and a vivid imagination and these, combined with the increasingly explicit quality of public media, soon turned the menfolk in the family from playmates and relatives to objects of fantasised desire.

At fourteen, Shirlyn discovered the pleasures of masturbation. Her body matured early and she found she could elicit piquant sensations by playing with her breasts and slit. She spent hours playing with herself, pinching her nipples and rubbing her slit till, finally, there came the exquisite rush of heat that left her flushed and breathless.

Shirlyn was frequently alone at home. Her cousins were at work, her uncles and aunts and her brother and sister held day-long jobs. Shirlyn pretty much had the run of the house for several hours each day. As her fascination with sex and lust grew, she used this time alone to indulge her fantasies. She moved around the house naked, enjoying the thrill of it, studying her body in every reflective surface. She caressed herself on the rough curtain materials or ribbed corduroy upholstery. She flipped through film magazines ogling the pictures of handsome film stars, studying the contours of their bodies or closed her eyes and imagined her cousins or uncles or the house servant, seeing the hardness of their torsos, the deep clefts in their chests, the strength in their arms and legs.

While her hankering for physical satisfaction grew sharper, Shirlyn still didn’t have an accurate idea of what sex involved. She stumbled on it one day when she was rummaging through Kenny’s bureau. He was her eldest cousin and easily the sexiest with a hard, tall body and handsome features. Of late, she had begun to go through their clothes, especially their underwear. Kenny’s jock-straps fascinated her and she tried to imagine what he looked like wearing them. She pressed them to her face, trying to get his smell from his clothes, rubbed the cloth in her naked crotch, moaning softly as she brought herself off. One day, poking around in his room, she found he had left his cupboard unlocked. She opened it and went through his things. Stuffed under a pile of clothes, she found a large brown paper packet. Curious, she pulled it out. It was unsealed, and thick and heavy. She put her hand in and what she found made her gasp.

It was a pornographic magazine and, beneath it, was a video cassette. Shirlyn stared at the cover of the magazine. It showed a photograph of a beautiful white woman wearing black lacy lingerie, her crotch and breasts bare, and she had one finger between her lips and another in her slit and she was smiling wantonly at the camera. Shirlyn moaned in excitement and turned the page.

It was her first exposure to the intricacies of actual copulation, and Shirlyn was riveted. She knew from her biology lessons in school that men had penises and that procreation involved the insertion of a penis into the vagina -- but what it meant and looked like and what was possible beyond this clinical description she had no idea. The magazine showed her. It was a wonderfully glossy journal, published, she noticed, by a Bombay company called Orexis, a division of something called Hedon & Venery, Inc. The women were Indian, blacks, Hispanics, white, South East Asian. The men were all huge, stunningly built studs with enormous penises. There were shots of women sucking cock, of men licking slit, of a man fucking a woman from behind, a close-up of his cock going into her cunt, another of him fucking her from top with yet another close-up, shots of one woman being fucked by two men, two women fucking one man, lesbian sex, women masturbating, an exquisitely realised photo spread across four pages of a gorgeous woman being fucked in the ass by a black stud with a stunning body and a penis of awesome dimensions.

Shirlyn’s imagination ran wild. She masturbated frantically looking at the pictures and, oddly, found herself wanting more even after her orgasm. She read the magazine again, this time going through the text and finding words like fuck and cunt and slit and dick and pussy and clit and prick and whore and slut and bitch. She flipped over on her back on Kenny’s bad, his jock-strap flung across her breasts and, holding the magazine in one hand, fondled her slit with the other. She came again. And still she wanted more. She tried the video-cassette, using the TV and video player in Kenny’s family’s room.

If the magazine was an introduction, the pornographic movie was a full-fledged intensive course. The titles showed that it was made by a company called Anacalypsis Productions, also owned by the same Hedon & Venery, Inc whose name she had seen on the magazine. It was a stunning movie, more mind-blowing than anything she had seen or dreamed of -- and, as she was to find in later years, when she herself acted in several such movies for Hedon & Venery, typical of the company’s quality. The sets were lush and rich, the photography imaginative and detailed, the plot fully realised and engrossing, and the sex was unbelievable. Incessant, prolonged, innovative, never boring or repetitious, it was the most erotic thing Shirlyn had ever seen. The story told of the sexual awakening of a young woman called Anjali. She was gorgeous, earthy and sensual and utterly erotic. Her first sexual encounter was with a servant and she progressed rapidly from there, taking more and more lovers. Shirlyn watched the film through, seeing Anjali masturbating, at first using everyday household objects -- hard cucumbers, doodhi gourds, under-ripe bananas, hairbrushes and the handle of a clothes-paddle -- graduating to more exotic aids like dildoes and ejaculator vibrators, then moving on to sex with the servants and later to boys in college. She saw Anjali sucking cock, having her cunt licked, locked in a sixty-nine; Anjali taking a cock in her cunt, between her breasts, in her anus; Anjali fucking two and three men simultaneously and, in a glorious orgy, whoring with a whole crowd of servants. Anjali had an affair with her cousin, seducing one hot summer afternoon, and Anjali did a live sex dance on a beach. The film ended, promising a sequel, with Anjali on the brink of matrimony.

Shirlyn was overwhelmed. She watched the whole film through, all two hours and more of it, masturbating repeatedly, orgasming again and again and then she rewound it and began to watch it over. The film inspired her and she ran to the kitchen for a large cucumber and masturbated with it while she watched the movie, rocking the large green rough-skinned vegetable in and out of her spasming cunt, moaning and gasping and calling obscenely as Anjali did, writhing eagerly under the hot, hard, sweating body of a servant-lover.

The experience changed Shirlyn’s entire attitude. She felt emboldened and saw the men in the house in quite another light. She felt herself lusting for her cousins and even her uncles, not to mention the part-time servant, Shankar, who came in to sweep and clean, and the other boys in the neighbourhood.

Shirlyn’s waking hours were filled with fantasies of sex. When Kenny was out, she had a duplicate key made to his cupboard and then, whenever she was alone, she raced to his cupboard and rummaged in it. He kept getting new magazines and videos, exchanging them from some library for the old ones. Shirlyn never knew when he found time to watch them, but she didn’t care. She soon began to recognise the women in the movies. She saw the entire set of six or more videos of Anjali’s life, and others with equally gorgeous women - Sayali, Jasmine, Anuja, Vaishali, Deepika, Falguni, Manisha, Maya, Audrey, Neha, Lajja. Many of the men and women featured in the magazines, too. Shirlyn especially liked three or four, Jayant, Kishore, Hari and a black stud called Joe. She tried to imagine what it might be like to have them fuck her. Shirlyn noticed that the women seemed to like fucking men from socially inferior classes, servants and drivers and cooks.

A few weeks later, several incidents occurred almost simultaneously that marked a turning point and determined the course of her life. The first involved her cousin Kenny and the others all had to do with her sister, Sheila.

Kenny came home one afternoon when she was alone. By the sheerest luck, Shirlyn had just replaced the video and magazine in his cupboard and was masturbating in the bathroom when he came in. She heard him and went still. Perhaps this would be her chance. After all, if Anjali and the other women could fuck their cousins, so could she.

Shirlyn heard him whistling and humming to himself in his family’s room. She stole out of the bathroom, flung on a robe and peeped through the keyhole. She saw him open his cupboard and take out the video and magazine. He dumped them on the bed, shut the cupboard, slotted the tape into the video player and set it to rewind. Then he turned to face the full length mirror. Through the keyhole, Shirlyn had an unobstructed view of him and his reflection in the glass. She watched as he unbuttoned his denim shirt and drew it off, pulling it out of his jeans. Shirlyn bit her lower lip. His body was gorgeous -- broad shoulders, high hips, a narrow waist, a deep chest, a flat belly, thick biceps and arms and legs. His nipples were small and taut and pulled wide and low on either side of the might W that swept his chest. His torso was hairless and she noticed that even his armpits were depilated. Obviously, he was working out and sculpting his body. The muscle cuts and ridges were superbly defined. He flexed his arms and shoulders, expanded his chest, cracked his muscles. Shirlyn’s breathing grew heavier and she felt a warm gush between her thighs. In the mirror, Kenny grinned to himself and slowly, sensuously, opened the clasp of his jeans and drew down the zipper. His jeans puddled to his bare feet. Shirlyn stifled a groan. His buttocks were taut and firmly rounded, naked under the jock-strap, which bulged at his crotch. Kenny hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his jock-strap and slowly rolled it down and kicked it off.

Shirlyn stuffed her fist in her mouth. It was the first penis she had seen and it was gorgeous. Still limp, it was at least seven inches long and over an inch thick, circumcised. The pornographic magazines she had read told her that circumcised men made better lovers -- they lasted longer ... and here was her own cousin, duly circumcised ... if only ... she longed to touch it, feel it, take it in her fingers, lick it, suck it ... she wondered how big it would get.

She found out in minutes. Grinning in the mirror, Kenny began to masturbate, pumping his cock-shaft in his fist, slowly rocking his hips to and fro. As Shirlyn watched, gaping, her heart hammering in her chest, her breasts swollen and hard, her nipples rigid, her cunt seeping love-juice, Kenny’s cock swelled and lengthened and hardened and rose, grew longer and thicker. His hips jerked back and forth and he groaned thickly, his chest heaving. Shirlyn watched, her hands under her robe, one hand on her breasts, the other in her crotch, her finger buried deep in her convulsing cunt. She saw gunk ooze from the tip in his cock-head and his fingers grew slippery with his seed.

The bell rang. Shirlyn jumped, startled, her pulse pounding and, frantically, whipped around and dashed back into her bedroom. She shut the door softly and bent her eye to the keyhole. Through it, across the hall, she saw Kenny step out of his room, still naked, his cock still up hard. He walked quickly across the hall to the front door and looked through the spyglass. A grin spread across his face and he opened the door, shielding his nudity behind it. Someone stepped through and he shut the door quickly and turned with his back to it.

Shirlyn gasped. She knew the girl who had just entered. Her name was Susan and she lived in an apartment across the compound. The families knew each other. She was older than Shirlyn, about Kenny’s age, and she was, to Shirlyn’s mind, absolutely gorgeous. She was dusky and slender and tall with a stunningly curved body and finely chiselled features. Her eyes were elongated and almond shaped, lined with kohl, her cheekbones were high, her nose was slim and straight and delicate and her lips were full and wide. She had strong, white, even teeth. Her neck was long and graceful and her hair was dark and silky, caught in a flouncing pony tail with a crinkled bright cotton band. Her limbs were smooth and curved and her breasts were high and ripe, her waist narrow, her hips bell-shaped, her stomach flat and firm. Her hands and feet were elegantly formed. She wore a light cotton button-down blouse tucked into a knee-length pleated skirt. Her feet were in open sandals. She wore a gold necklace, matching ear-studs and a small ring on one finger.

As Shirlyn watched, her eyes popping, Susan smiled and, tilting her face to Kenny, moved closer to him, her hand sliding between his legs, her fingers curling around his throbbing erection.

“And good evening to you, my randy prince,” Shirlyn heard her say. And then, as she masturbated Kenny, “Oh god, Kenny ... I’m so hot ... I want your cock, baby ... c’mon ... fuck me!”

They kissed, their lust apparent and crackling through the quiet air, and Kenny pulled off her clothes feverishly. She groaned as he fondled her breasts and caressed her buttocks and crotch, squirming against him. They stood in the hall, naked, kissing and fondling each other.

“C’mon ... I’ve got a new tape. And another pondie. Let’s go inside.”

“Yes,” Susan groaned. “God yes!”

They hurried to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them, and Shirlyn sped out of her hiding place and scurried across the hall and bent her head to the keyhole.

In the room, the tape was playing, one Shirlyn had watched and masturbated to not long ago, the story of a lovely young girl called Madhavi. In the scene, she was having sex with a young man, handsome and heavily hung, a youth who cleaned trucks, one she had called up only to fuck her. She was on her knees before him, sucking his cock eagerly and hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head to and fro before him.

And Susan was doing the same thing to Kenny. Shirlyn watched, masturbating frantically, as her cousin fucked Susan’s mouth. He rocked her head back and forth with his hands, pumping his hips to and fro, his head flung back, his face creased with pleasure, moaning and grunting loudly.

“Yeh ... c’mon ... suck it, Susan, bitch ... suck my dick!” Kenny grunted. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yeh ... c’mon ... suck harder, whore ... suck it! Suck my cock! OHHHH uhhh yes! Oh fuck yes!”

Susan evidently enjoyed sucking cock. She moaned thickly, squeezing her breasts together, then gripped his buttocks and pulled his cock deeper in her mouth. Opening her mouth, her head and eyes tilted up, watching him as he looked down at her, she ran her tongue lasciviously around his bulging cock-head, pumping his shaft in her fist. Kenny pulled her head back to his crotch and she sucked his cock deeper and harder.

He pushed her head away at last, and Susan got to her feet and they kissed hungrily, fondling each other and then she turned around on her forearms and knees on the bed. On the flickering TV screen, Madhavi was in exactly the same position and her lover was fucking her heavily and deeply from behind. Shirlyn watched as her cousin copied the man. He and Susan were both facing the TV screen now and, kneeling behind her, he shoved his cock slowly into her cunt. Susan moaned, her head lifting, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Her breasts were hot and swollen, her nipples long and stiff. Kenny began to fuck her with deep, skewering thrusts, holding her hips and rocking his own steeply up and down, to and fro, driving his inflamed erection in and out of her flesh. Susan moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on all fours, her breasts swollen and pendulous, her gold chain rocking. Her face was suffused with lust, her head turned up, watching the images on the screen, where Madhavi was gasping and moaning thickly as the young man ram-fucked her from behind.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Kenny! Ohhh uhhhh Ohh uhhh oh baby yes! Fuck me!” Susan cried. “Oh uhh ohma uhhh OHHHH uhhh OHHHH uhh oh yes oh yes oh god yes!”

“Take it ... c’mon, you fucking whore! Take it! Take my cock, you bitch! Take it! Ahhh uhhh ahhh uhhh hnggh uhh ohhhuhh oh fuck yes!”

Shirlyn watched them, her hands mauling her breasts, her finger jabbing in and out of her cunt. She bit her lower lip to stifle her moan as she orgasmed. On the bed, Susan shuddered and gasped sharply, stiffening, groaning, whimpering and, behind her, Kenny cried out, his head snapping back, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks and breasts. He rammed his cock into her again and again and then, with a shuddering groan, pulled out of her and, shaking his cock in his fist. Shirlyn watched, groaning softly, as the white, sticky stuff spewed from her cousin’s cock-head and spattered his girlfriend’s buttocks and back and dribbled in the cleft between her buttocks.

They broke apart and fell on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, and Shirlyn rose and sped to her room. She flung herself on the bed and, grabbing a cucumber, turned on her back and, spreading her leg, pushed the rough-skinned vegetable into her slit and masturbated feverishly. She gasped and groaned thickly, her hips bucking and writhing, both hands gripping the cucumber, rocking it steeply in and out of her cunt, her breasts swollen between her arms. Her mind filled with images of Kenny and Susan and her face was radiant with lust and excitement.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh god yes! Fuck me ... fuck me with your cock, Kenny! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me like a whore!”

THE SECOND shock was even more dramatic.

A few days later, Shirlyn came home unwontedly early from school. There were to be drama rehearsal’s for the school’s annual day and the students who weren’t participating were allowed to go home. Shirlyn was among them, and she was glad for the opportunity to spend a longer time naked, watching Kenny’s pornographic movies, reading his ‘pondies’, masturbating. Perhaps she might see Kenny and Susan again. She hurried home feeling increasingly horny, her cunt already moist.

She let herself in with her latchkey and was about to barge into her bedroom when she stopped, a puzzled frown on her face. The door was closed. That itself was unusual. Then she heard voices, a man and a woman, from the other side, a giggle, a chuckle, a sharp gasp. She went still and cold. She knew the voices.

Silently, Shirlyn dumped her school satchel on the floor and, dropping to her knees, put her eye to the keyhole.

She almost cried out in shock at what she saw. Her jaw dropped and she stared in disbelief, stuffing her hand in her mouth to stifle her cry.

In the room, her sister and her younger uncle, Calvin, were making love.

Actually, they weren’t just making love. They were fucking.

It was hot, steamy, feverish, unbridled carnality.

Shirlyn moaned softly, unable to tear her eyes from the keyhole. Her heart pounded in her chest. With a stab of shock, she realised that she ought to feel horror, revulsion, something, something negative; but the only sense she felt, the one that pervaded her being from head to toe, biting into the innermost recesses of her flesh, was raw, naked lust.

Shirlyn’s sister was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Her face was pretty, with soft, gentle features, warm eyes, dark hair, a slim nose, a pretty mouth and even teeth. Her body was firm and beautifully curved: her breasts were full and ripe, her belly was flat, her hips and buttocks swelled neatly. Her skin was dusky and smooth.

Calvin was in his early forties. He was the youngest of the three brothers; Shirlyn and Sheila’s father had been the eldest. Calvin was a dark, handsome man, tall and lean, with strong, aquiline features in a clean-shaven face. His shoulders were wide, the belly hard and trim, the hips narrow and his arms and legs were long and strong, rounded with firm muscles. His torso was covered with a mat of fine dark hair. His cock was big, eight inches long, an inch thick.

They had obviously been at it for some time, for their bodies shone with sweat in the warm summer air. Calvin was fucking his niece on her back with rapid, yet measured, deeply skewering thrusts. She gasped and cried out, her pretty face suffused with lust, the gold chain around her neck slithering on her naked breasts which were swollen and turgid, the nipples nut-hard. She dug her fingers into his taut biceps as he leaned over her on his outstretched arms and knees, his hips rocking up and down between her forked, splayed thighs, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically. Her legs were spread and her knees were bent and her hips heaved in unison with his. Calvin gritted his teeth, his face flushed with tension, his head bent between his corded, rippling shoulders.

“Yeh ... c’mon ... take it ... take it, Sheila, bitch ... take my cock!” he grunted. “Oh yeh ... c’mon, you fucking whore ... take it! Take it all!”

“Ohhh uhhh Oh Uncle Calvin ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby ... do it, Uncle ... fuck my slit ... ohhh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... give it to me, Uncle ... c’mon ... shove it in ... ahhh uhhh yeh ... oh yeh ... that’s it ... c’mon, baby ... shove your cock right up my cunt ... ahhhhhh uhhh oh fuck yes! OHHHH uhh Ohhh yes ... oh baby yes!”

“OHHH uhh Oh man yeh ... take it, Sheila ... take it! Take my cock ... ohh uhh yeh oh yeh oh fuck yes!”

Faster and faster they went, their bodies rocking and jerking on the bed as Shirlyn watched, dumbfounded, her body trembling with excitement. She jerked off her panties and bra and began masturbating frantically, stifling her moans, unable to tear her eye away from the keyhole.

“C’mon Sheila-whore!” Calvin gasped. “Talk to me, bitch! Talk to me! Tell me ‘bout the others, slut... do it!”

“Yeh ... oh yeh ... that’s it ... do it, Uncle Calvin ... fuck my slit ... yeh ... that’s it ... just like Uncle Stanley does, baby ... just like he fucks me ... with his fat long cock ... yeh ... that’s it ... do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like Kenny does Uncle ... and Jerry ... and ... and Harry yes ... ohhh uhhh yes ... c’mon ... fuck me hard, Uncle! Fuck me like a whore!”

Shirlyn’s ears burned. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her sister, her beloved sister ... she ... she slept with ... no, she fucked her uncles ... and their sons ... and the servant and ... and even their brother! She watched as they slowed, gasping and panting, and broke apart. Sheila turned around on her forearms and knees on the bed and, kneeling behind her, Calvin took his cock in his hand and slowly squeezed it into her cunt. She gasped thickly, gritting her teeth, biting her lower lip, her head rising and turning over her shoulder to her lover. Her breasts hung heavy and swollen and the gold chain around her neck swayed against her chin. Calvin ran his hands up her curved body and squeezed her pendulous breasts, pinching her nipples. She squirmed her buttocks against his crotch.

“Mm ... ohh yeh ... oh that’s good, Uncle ... that’s so good,” Sheila murmured huskily.

Calvin grinned and, bending forward, his hands squeezing her breasts, jammed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth.

“You still fucking the servant, whore?” he grunted, sweeping his tongue through her ear.

Sheila shuddered, groaned, writhed. “Mm ... whenever I can.”

“What’s he like?”

“Shankar? Great fuck. Good body, big cock. Bigger than yours or Uncle Stanley’s. Not as big as Harry’s, but then he’s the biggest. You know that’s why I first fucked him -- couldn’t resist his cock!”

Calvin grinned and straightened, holding her hips, and began fucking her with long, slow, deep thrusts. On all fours beneath him, Sheila gasped, rocking to and fro and back and forth, running her cunt up and down the length of his cock, moving in concert with her uncle. Sheila’s face was radiant with lust, her nostrils flared, her mouth open, and she moaned and hissed sexily, mouthing obscenities, goading her lover.

“Yeh ... fuck me, Uncle Calvin ... fuck me like a whore ... like a bitch ... oh god that’s so good, baby ... ohhh uhhh yeh c’mon, Uncle, do it! Fuck me hard!”

Grunting, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, Calvin began fucking her faster and harder and deeper, rocking his hips against her buttocks with loud slapping sounds, swinging his hips quickly to and fro, flexing and unflexing his taut buttocks. Shirlyn watched, groaning in lust, as her uncle’s distended penis appeared and disappeared alternately between the smooth curves of her sister’s buttocks, glistening and gleaming with their coital juices. Faster and faster they moved, their cries rising in pitch and volume. Sheila’s body jerked and rocked on the bed, her breasts jiggling with Calvin’s thrusts. He gritted his teeth and, stretching his arms, gripped her shoulders and began to jerk her body savagely back and forth, yanking her cunt hard up and down on his cock. She cried out, and he gasped, flinging his head back, moving one leg up along her flank, moving faster still.