Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives


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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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                              IN TUITION

                                Part 1

    "Slowly, Manish," Shirlyn murmured. "Don't be in such a rush!"

    "I can't help it!"

    "You must try! How else will you learn? I can't teach you if you
    don't try! Okay, are you ready now?"


    "Good. Now ... easy does it ... put it in slowly ... mm, yes ...
    ohhh yes ... that's it ... oh that feels so good, Manish! Yes!
    That's wonderful! Now ... push it in deeper ... yes! Oh ma yes!
    That's it! C'mon ... deeper ... shove it in, Manish ... as deep as
    you can ... Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! That's it! Put it all in, lover! Oh
    god yes! Oh Manish ... uhhhh yes!"

    Above her, the strapping seventeen-year old schoolboy groaned
    thickly and flexed his buttocks taut. His lean hips dipped and his
    enormous nine-inch erection squelched into Shirlyn's convulsing
    slit. She gasped and arched steeply under him, clenching his
    powerful biceps, lifting her hips to meet his in descent. Her cunt
    spasmed and contracted on his throbbing penis and the boy gasped.
    His face was flushed and he was panting heavily, his nostrils
    flared, his mouth open. The pressure in his groin was unbearable,
    and her cunt was unrelenting on his distended penis. His body was
    tense and taut, veins popping in his neck and forehead, his
    muscles cording powerfully. His hard, tall body glistened with a
    light sweat. A thin rivulet of perspiration coursed down his face,
    over his neck and deep chest and splashed on her breast. Shirlyn
    murmured in pleasure and, gripping his buttocks, keeping him
    pinned inside her, began moving her hips deftly in gentle
    undulating circular motions. The boy groaned. Her cunt churned
    around his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing his penis.
    Shirlyn smiled gently.

    "There," she said softly. "Doesn't that feel good, Manish? Do you
    like that?"

    "Yes!" he gasped. "Oh god yes!"

    "This is how you must fuck a woman, Manish ... slowly and deeply
    and thoroughly. Do you understand?"

    "Yes ... no ... I don't know! Oh god ... c'mon!"

    "No! Not yet! Not so fast!"

    "Oh god oh god oh god," the boy moaned.

    "Slowly now," she murmured, guiding him. "Gently ... now ... start
    moving ... move your cock out ... ahhhhhh ... yes ... that's it
    ... good ... now ... hold it ... yes ... now shove it in again ...
    now! Yes! OHHHHHHH that's it! Shove it all in Manish! Shove it
    right in! OHHHHH baby yes! Now again ... out ... mm ... ohh uhhh
    yes ... now ... in ... oh ma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Again!
    C'mon Manish ... do it ... in a rhythm ... move with me ... Out
    ... yes! And in ... ohhh uhhh yes ... out ... uhhh ... in ... ohh
    ... out ... That's it ... that's it ... yes ... keep moving ...
    just like that ... oh god Manish ... that feels so good!"

    Shirlyn hissed in pleasure and dragged her slender fingers up his
    hard, V-shaped torso to his deeply cleaved chest and steepled them
    over his nipples, her fingernails digging into his smooth skin.
    Her pointed tongue arched sexily over her deliciously curved upper
    lip. She moved her hips easily and rhythmically in a steady up and
    down motion. Her cunt was a hot vortex that engulfed the throbbing
    mass of his cock-flesh, squeezing and contracting greedily on its
    mass. Her succulent breasts jiggled with their motions, her
    nipples rigid and stiff. The long gold necklace danced on her
    smooth, creamy flesh. Manish gasped in pleasure as he fucked her,
    thrusting his cock in and out of her moist, tight, convulsing

    "Manish," she gasped. "Slow down ... breathe out ... again ... yes
    ... several breaths ... in and out ... that's it ... get a grip on
    yourself ... focus, Manish ... c'mon ... concentrate ... yes ...
    now calm down ... empty your mind ... don't try and think ...
    don't think of me ... close your eyes ... it's you ... just you
    ... and your cock ... in my slit ... my slit's nice and hot and
    tight, isn't it? Yes ... it feels good on your cock, doesn't it?
    See? See how it squeezes your prick? It's just you and your prick
    and my cunt now ... and all you want to do ... all you have to do
    is pull it out ... slowly ... yes ... that's good ... more ...
    take it all the way out ... that's it ... bas, that's it! Stop ...
    not all the way out ... just till there ... yes ... leave your
    cock-head in my cunt ... now stop ... don't move ... don't move at
    all ... mm ... wait for me to beg for it ... now ... please ...
    shove it in ... shove it right in Manish ... slowly ...
    ahhhhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Oh god that's so good ... now again ... out
    ... wait ... now in uhhhhhhhh Oh ma uhhhh yes! Again! Oh god yes
    ... now! Quickly! Ram it in hard! All the way! Just ram it in,
    Manish! OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! That's it! Do it
    again! Ahhhhhh uhhh oh ma uhhh yes! Oh uhh oh uhh oh uhh god yes
    ... now slow again ... yes ... mm ... that's lovely ... slow again
    ... and again ... once more ... again ... now hard ... yes oh yes
    oh god yes that's it oh fuck yes do it uhh yes again! Oh lord yes,
    Manish, yes!"

    The teenager followed her guidance, feeling giddy and oddly
    light-headed. He could hardly believe this was happening at last,
    at long last, after so long, so much waiting, so much dreaming, so
    much longing, those lonely nights of endless masturbation,
    fantasizing about her, of Shirlyn, his teacher, his tuition
    teacher who taught him math and chemistry and physics and, and
    biology, most of all biology, mostly anatomy, hers and his, and

    Manish spinning in a whirlpool of lust. The girl is bewitching. He
    cannot stop looking at her. She is so lovely, so pretty, so sexy,
    slender and curved. She has a lovely oval face with a pointed
    chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small,
    cutely stuck-out ears. Her face is narrow so that, from some
    angles, it looks like her cheeks are plump, but even that is cute,
    really cute. Her cheekbones are high. Her eyes are lovely, large,
    dark brown, full of magic. Her lips are light and full and her
    teeth are white and strong and even. Her skin is like gold, smooth
    and clear, firm as a grape, without a trace of body hair. Her hair
    is dark and tumbles about her shoulders or flounces in a sexy pony
    tail or is coiled up neatly on the back of her head. Her neck is
    superb, a long, slender, graceful column that holds her head. Her
    arms and legs are nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles
    and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and
    arched. He can't stop looking at her breasts, the way they jut
    out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly is
    firm and flat. He has seen it when she wears a *sari*. Oh god, her
    breasts. Her lovely breasts. Whatever she wears, the neck is
    always cut low, so close, so near, he can see the beginning of her
    cleavage, drawing his eyes down, down where the sexy gold chain
    around her neck disappears, oh lucky necklace, oh precious gold.
    And those glasses she wears, with the black thread, the rims a
    delicate burgundy gold that makes her eyes look richer and
    livelier and sexier. What he wants, what he wants is to pull the
    clothes off her, to squeeze her breasts, get her to open her legs,
    to shove his dick into her cunt, to fuck her and fuck her and fuck

    "Manish! Pay attention!"

    He snaps back. She is glaring at him. He frowns and shakes his
    head, trying to clear the muddle and confusion. She sighs in

    "Oh Manish, why do you do this? You must concentrate. You're not
    even trying! How can I teach you anything if you won't listen?"

    He knows she is a secretary in a lawyer's office. She takes
    tuitions part time to supplement her income. He doesn't know that
    she no longer does it for the money, that she's dropped all but a
    handful of her tuitions and those she keeps for reasons quite
    unrelated to education. Manish is one of her most attractive and
    sexy students. She wants to fuck him, and she's enjoying the sport
    of seducing him, hunting him, taking her time and drawing it out,
    savouring the exquisite torture of denial. She knows she will have
    him before long, but she hasn't yet quite decided how she wants to
    do it.

    Oh, of course if she just took off her clothes and spread her legs
    he'd be on her in a flash. She knows that he is obsessed with her
    body, but she torments him, giving him these flashing glimpses of
    her breasts when she bends forward, brushes her breasts against
    his arm, lets him look at her legs when she wears a dress, letting
    it ride up her knees and thighs more than she should.

    He is very cute, very sexy and not terribly bright. But it's not
    his mind she's interested in. He has the face of a film-star and
    the body of a demi-god. He knows this and he takes good care of
    himself. He is clean-shaven with the square-jawed, rugged features
    of a Maratha. His nose is strong and straight, his cheeks sexily
    hollowed, his lips full and wide and sensual and his teeth are
    white and strong. His eyes are dark and deep-set under thick
    eyebrows. His hair is thick and dark. His body is stunning; she
    knows he lifts weights and works out for hours on end to keep in
    shape. A bullish neck spans out to broad, powerful shoulders. His
    torso is a breathtakingly slashed V that tapers to a narrow waist
    and high hips. His chest is broad and deeply cleaved and his belly
    is hard and flat. His arms and legs are thick and long and bunched
    with muscle. His torso is hairless; even his armpits are depilated
    -- she has seen it under his open shirt. She finds this very sexy;
    she doesn't like hairy men. She has noticed the prominent bulge in
    his crotch and frequently fantasizes about his cock. She imagines
    it must be enormously long and thick.

    Shirlyn and Manish at the dining table. A spread of notebooks and
    files and textbooks and papers, a clutter of pencils, pens,
    erasers. Manish's brow is furrowed and he looks grey and tired,
    his eyes glassy. Shirlyn has her spectacles perched on her nose, a
    book open upside down before her, right way up before him, a
    pencil in her slim fingers. She is wearing a brightly coloured
    synthetic skirt and blouse. It clings to her body like film. The
    neck of her blouse is cut in a dangerously deep U that shows a
    good deal of her chest, the swell of her breasts squeezed together
    under it. The blouse has no buttons, just knotted ends beneath her
    breasts. The blouse is short and tight and her breasts jut out
    provocatively over her bare midriff. The skirt is slung
    precariously far below her navel. He knows that from behind, the
    blouse is cut way, way down with low, scooped shoulders and shows
    most of her back, the honey gold skin glistening soft and smooth
    as a grape, and he longs to touch it, run his fingers over it. Her
    mouth is moving, and all he can see is the bright flash of her
    teeth and the darting of her tongue. His eyes keep slipping down.
    The blouse is translucent and he can see her breasts, most of
    them, full and heavy, the gold necklace twinkling on her creamy
    skin, disappearing in a taper between her breasts. Beneath, her
    naked midriff keeps flashing at him beneath her blouse.

    "Manish! Manish!" She snaps her fingers in his face. He has
    drifted off again.

    Exasperated, she tosses down the pencil. It skitters off the page
    and the table, clatters to the floor. She pushes her chair back
    and bends to pick it up.

    Manish stifles a groan. As she bends, the lapels of her blouse
    fall low so that he has an unimpeded view of her breasts, can see
    the deep cleavage and the gold necklace nestling in the vale, can
    gauge the size and form of her breasts. She pauses a little longer
    than necessary, but he doesn't notice, keeps staring. She
    straightens and adjusts her blouse casually. He blanks out again,
    the magic moment is lost.

    She shuts the math textbook. "Okay, Manish. You're not taking in
    any of this. Let's try something else. Get the Bio book."

    Dumbly, he pulls out a thick volume from the stack at his elbow.
    She notices how smoothly and easily his muscles move, rippling
    under his skin. He is wearing jeans and an unbuttoned, open shirt,
    the sleeves rolled up to his biceps. His forearms are thick and
    criss-crossed with sinewy and bulging veins. Under the shirt, she
    can see his hard, muscular torso and she licks her lips as her
    eyes slide surreptitiously over his frame, lingering on the small,
    hard, stiff nipples that are pulled wide and low on either side of
    his cleaved chest.

    "Open it. Chapter twenty-two. Reproduction."

    He flips open the book and stares at the diagrams. A cock. A cunt.
    Sperm swimming towards eggs. Fuck. He looks at her.

    "This ... this isn't in the prelims portion, is it?" he asks

    She conceals a smile. "No. Not yet. But it's interesting. It's
    different from what you've been doing, it'll be a change and
    you'll learn something."

    Manish watching in a daze as she edges closer, her knee touching
    his and begins to explain the different parts. The scrotum. The
    testes. The penis. A mass of cartilage. Erections. Thickened with
    blood surging through veins. Sperm comes from the testes, also
    known as the gonads, through the vas deferens. During
    reproduction, also known as copulation or intercourse, the erect
    penis is inserted into the vaginal aperture. Ejaculation causes a
    release of sperm. Millions of little squids swim through the
    vaginal fluid to a rendezvous with ova. One or two will make it.
    The others perish. Never mind. More where that came from. Her
    fingers touch the back of his hand. Her blouse lapels droop. He
    sees her breasts again. Oh god. She isn't wearing a bra. He can
    see her nipples through the blouse. They're hard. Stiff little
    stubs. He wants to pinch them. She shuts the book, pushes her
    chair back and gets up.

    "Okay, that's enough for today. We'll meet again tomorrow."

    He gets up and sees her out. When she's gone, he goes mad. Rushes
    around crazily, doesn't know what to do. Masturbates and comes,
    masturbates again, comes again. And again.

    When his elder brother returns from work, Manish is asleep. The
    elder boy looks in on his kid brother. Poor kid. Ever since their
    parents died in that car crash, he's done everything he could to
    get him through school. Nothing seems to work. He doesn't read,
    can't handle schoolwork, just works out, works out, works out.
    Great body as a result. But real dumb. He picks up the phone.

    "Hello, Shirlyn? It's me, Anand."

    "Hi Anand. How's it going?"

    "Fine. And you?"

    "Very well."

    "Sorry, you busy?"

    "Mm. No, not really. Go on."

    Shirlyn sees no reason to mention that she is busy. Busy as a
    beaver. Busy with a tongue in her beaver. She's in bed with,
    Barku, an office-boy from the firm she works for. In India, they
    call them peons. They do the dirty work, sweeping, delivering
    stuff, carrying messages, standing in lines to pay phone bills.
    The work is tough and their lives are hard -- and their bodies
    show it. Most of them are lean, muscular, sun-hardened men.
    Shirlyn loves fucking them.

    Barku is exceptionally good. He's a sexy, handsome stud with a
    great cock and terrific stamina. He licks slit like a god, and she
    loves having a tongue in her cunt. She is naked on her back in
    bed, her legs spread wide, fondling her swollen breasts with one
    hand. Barku is sprawled with his face in her crotch, prising her
    cunt-lips open in his strong, thick fingers, moving his head round
    and round, pushing and stabbing his tongue in and out of her
    streaming wet cunt. Her hips grind and buck gently and her body
    jerks as he thrusts his tongue in and out of her cunt as though
    she is being fucked. She grips the phone to her ear and, with her
    free hand, clenches the peon's hair, moving his head between her
    thighs to suit her pleasure.

    "Tell me Anand," she murmurs, struggling to keep her voice even.
    "What can I do for you?"

    "I'd like to meet you. This evening? About, um, Manish, and his
    school work. How it's going. That sort of thing."

    Shirlyn sticks her tongue out at the phone. She knows Anand is
    bullshitting as usual. He wants to fuck her. But he never says so.
    Always dreams up some stupid excuse. Still, he's good to fuck and
    she has no other plans. Barku can't stay the night anyway.

    "Yes, all right," she says. "That sounds fine. What time?"

    "Would you like to do dinner?" She can hear the grin and relief in
    his voice.

    "Mm. Let's see." She nudges Barku away and rolls over onto her
    front, lifting her buttocks and spreading her legs. Barku chuckles
    softly and, kneeling behind her, presses his face to her buttocks.
    Her body lurches forward as his tongue swirls over her puckered
    anus. Shirlyn loves being rimmed, loves being fucked in the ass.
    Barku will sodomize her before they're done. With her free hand,
    she motions to him to finger-fuck her, jerking her wrist to and
    fro, her palm raised, middle finger curled forward. Barku chuckles
    softly and jabs a thick finger into her cunt. She stifles a moan.
    Her buttocks writhe and sway erotically.

    "Well?" Anand asks. "Shall we do dinner?"

    "Oh, all right."

    "Where would you like to go?"

    "Actually, I'm not particularly hungry. Wherever you like."

    "You choose. Your choice. Chinese?"

    "I don't mind."

    "Fine. I can get you at eight."

    "That's good."

    Shirlyn's hips are swaying and writhing as Barku tongue- and
    finger-fucks her simultaneously, alternating his tongue between
    her cunt and dainty anus. He loves the taste and smell of it, it
    turns him on. He begins masturbating. His cock is already hard
    from her earlier sucking of it, something she does incredibly well
    and loves dearly.

    Frantically, she motions for him to stop and to start fucking her,
    making a fist and pumping it back and forth in the universal
    gesture. Barku laughs silently and, rising, straddles her hips in
    a low squat, bending his knees deeply. He pushes his cock between
    her buttocks to her anus. She shakes her head. Later she mouths
    silently, her face turned over one slender shoulder. Not now. He
    nods and pushes his cock-head to her cunt-lips. Shirlyn bites her
    lower lip and her face twists in a grimace of pleasure as the
    peon's huge cock-head pops into her cunt and his enormous,
    throbbing shaft pursues the bridgehead, surging slowly inward,
    making a huge wave of pleasure rock her body. On the phone, Anand
    is saying something.

    "What? Sorry, I didn't get that."

    "I asked what you think about Manish. Is he making progress?"

    "Well," Shirlyn begins and then has to pause as Barku slides out
    and thrusts into her again.



    "You were saying?"

    "Well, Manish's um progress. Not great, to be honest. It'll take

    "He doesn't have time. His exams are almost on his head. Will he
    get through?"

    "I don't know. Something's bothering him."


    "I don't know. You tell me."

    "Why do you say that?"

    "It's just that, well, he doesn't seem to be able to focus or
    concentrate. He keeps drifting off. It's very difficult working
    with someone like that."

    "I appreciate all you're doing for me. Truly. I mean it. I really

    "Just doing my job, Anand."

    "You're good for him."

    "Thank you."

    "And for me, too," he says more softly. "For me, too. I'd be lost
    without you. Honestly."

    This irritates her. She doesn't like being crowded emotionally.
    Anand wants to bind her down and she hates that. She scowls.

    "Anand, I have to go."

    "Why, what's up?"

    "Someone's here."

    "Who is it?"

    "Later, Anand. See you at eight."

    "No wait!"

    Shirlyn is really pissed off now. She decides to give him
    something to think about. She drops the phone but leaves it off
    the hook. He hasn't disconnected. She can hear him calling to her.
    She turns her face over her shoulder to the peon who is fucking
    her cunt slowly and deeply and unhurriedly.

    "Mm ... ohhh that's good, Barku," she moans loudly, loud enough
    that Anand can hear through the dangling receiver. "C'mon baby ...
    shove it in ... right in ... ahhhhhh yes ... oh fuck yes ...
    that's so good ... c'mon ... do it again ... hard! OHHHHHH uh OH
    ma uhhh yes! Oh god Barku you're so big! That's so good ... c'mon
    ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me! Oh yes ... fuck me! Shove your cock
    right up into my cunt, lover ... ram it in! Yeh! That's it uhhhh
    Ohhhh yes oh fuck yes uhhhh OHHHHH uhh yes Oh that's so good, baby
    yes! Do it!"

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