Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar


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Copyright 1997-8,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

                            A JAM OF TARTS

                              DOUBLE UP

    Anil thumbed the large wad of one hundred rupee banknotes with a
    thin smile. A cool twenty-five thousand. Not bad at all for a
    little entertainment by the wife. He folded the notes carefully
    and stashed them in the secret drawer in his cupboard and locked
    it. He dropped the key into his trouser pocket and turned around.

    "Twenty-five thousand," he acknowledged with a nod. "Okay, it's
    cool. You can fuck her now."

    There were three people in the bedroom. Nisha, his wife, sat on
    the large, well-sprung double bed between two men. Both were
    strangers. They were her clients and they had paid well for her
    services. Anil looked at her. She certainly knew how to give a man
    a good time, and he made good money from it. It was perfect. She
    loved whoring and he loved the money. He was pleased. Thanks to
    her, the poverty of their early life was now a distant and ugly
    memory. He caught her eye and she smiled gently. He winked at the
    two men and grinned broadly.

    "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves, gentlemen," he said, winking at
    his guests. "She's one hell of a cunt."

    "She'd better be, at this price," growled one.

    "Yeah," said the other. "Goddamned pricey bitch."

    "Gentlemen, I assure you that she is worth every penny. I
    guarantee you full satisfaction. If you are displeased with her in
    any way, your money will be refunded, though, I must add, that has
    never yet happened. You may be with her for as long as you wish
    and do with her as you will. The only prohibition is physical
    violence. No sadism, of any kind. The goods are not to be damaged
    in any way."

    Nisha was a good-looking young woman in her mid-twenties. She had
    an oval face with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes
    were a deep brown, set deep, her mouth was slender, opening often
    in a wide smile over perfect teeth. Her nose was slim and
    straight. She was fair-skinned, her complexion creamy and
    unblemished. Her neck was long, and around it she wore her
    habitual black and gold beaded *mangalsutra*, the proud symbol of
    her marital status.

    Her body was luscious, with full buttocks and a narrow waist, a
    flat belly and firm, succulent breasts with long nipples in small
    aureoles. Her limbs were long and slender and shapely. She wore
    long earrings, toe-rings, finger rings, anklets and bangles. Her
    dark hair was springy, but thick and long and hung in a long braid
    to her waist.

    She was simply dressed in a long *kurta* and a *salvar* that did
    nothing to conceal the fact that she was naked underneath. The
    clothes were translucent and filmy and clung to her body, showing
    the swell of her breasts and the cleft of her buttocks.

    She looked at the two men seated on either side of her. They were
    identical twins, and she could not tell them apart. *Double the
    pleasure*! She thought suddenly, grinning impishly to herself.

    The men were good-looking Muslims, tall and fair with handsome,
    craggy, fine-nosed faces, their eyes deep and dark, hair thick.
    Their bodies were solid blocks of muscle: broad shouldered, they
    had deep chests and hard bellies and long, strong arms and legs.
    Their mouths were slim and their jaws square and manly. They had
    introduced themselves as Aslam and Salim. She did not know which
    was which. It didn't matter.

    She looked from one to the other and, smiling gently, tilted her
    head back against the bed-stand. Her lips parted and her tongue
    arched lasciviously across her upper lip. Her hands slid up her
    body to cup her breasts. She flicked off her *kurta* buttons and
    pulled it open, exposing her breasts. She crossed her arms,
    cupping and squeezing the mounds, flicking her long nipples and

    "I want you," she murmured softly, looking from one to the other,
    her eyes glittering. "I'm your whore tonight ... I want to be
    fucked hard ..."

    She crossed her arms and pulled the *kurta* off her head. Lifting
    her hips slightly, she tugged at the cord of her *salvar* and
    rucked it off. Nisha cupped her crotch and arched a finger into
    her slit.

    "My cunt's already hot for you both," she said.

    She slid her arm across the shoulders of the twin to her left and
    turned her face to his, pulling his head to hers. She kissed him
    in naked hunger, arching her tongue into his mouth. Languidly,
    sensuously, she sucked on his tongue as he responded. On her
    right, the other client nuzzled the nape of her neck and slid his
    hand down over her breasts. He felt it grow heavier and warmer in
    his hands. She turned and kissed him.

    "Which one are you?" She murmured, sucking his lower lip.


    "And you must be Aslam, then," she said to his twin.

    "Obviously," he chuckled softly.

    She smiled and drew his head down to her breast and turned to his
    brother. Salim bent his head and squeezed her breast to his lips.
    She sighed softly as his tongue flicked slowly over her quivering
    nipple. Nisha kissed Aslam on the other side and began to undo his
    shirt, caressing his chest.

    "It's good to have you both together," she said as she pulled his
    shirt off.

    His body was wonderful, lean and hard and sculpted, smooth and
    hairless. She bent her head to Aslam's chest and her pointed
    tongue flickering over his nipple. He murmured softly. Salim
    thrust his hand between her legs and she spread them wide open for
    him. His finger raked down her cunt and came away moist. He
    grinned to himself, and curled the finger into her cunt. Nisha
    groaned softly and lifted her head from Aslam's chest and leaned
    back against the bed-stand again.

    Now Aslam began to finger-fuck her while Salim fondled and sucked
    on her turgid breasts. She gasped, her hips lurching, her back
    bowing. Then Salim slid his hand down, too, and there were two
    fingers going alternately in and out of her cunt. Her hips heaved
    and she moaned. Aslam kissed her hungrily, his tongue roving deep
    in her mouth. The two men paused for a moment and pulled off their
    shirts and trousers. She noticed with pleasure that their cocks
    were both about seven inches long and over an inch thick. She
    guessed they would swell to a nine-inch length and corresponding
    thickness. Both were circumcised and that pleased her. In her
    experience, they lasted longer. They came to her again and she
    took their limp cocks in her hands and began to masturbate them

    "Hey, you mean your cocks are identical, too?" she laughed.

    "You bet, whore, absolutely ditto!" laughed one, she didn't know

    Nisha felt the pricks grow hot and hard, stiffening in her hands.
    The men kissed her, one finger-fucking her cunt, the other sucking
    on her breasts. Salim - she supposed it was him - bent his head
    between her thighs. She spread her legs and splayed her cunt-lips
    wide open with clawed fingers. He fingered her cunt and then his
    tongue was there, too. Nisha gasped loudly as his sharp tongue
    flickered into her cunt. Aslam rose onto his knees on the bed
    beside her and she turned her head to his loins, her hand on his
    cock and, parting her lips, took it into her mouth. Aslam grunted
    as her tongue and teeth and lips found his circumcised cock-head.
    Nisha's hips lurched and jerked under Salim's tongue-fucking.
    Aslam caressed and rolled her breasts in his hands, his head bent
    to watch himself fuck her mouth, sliding his glistening cock in
    and out of her distended face. Her cheeks hollowed and distended
    as she sucked on his dick. Its musky odour aroused her. She cupped
    his balls and rubbed them, her other hand on Salim's head, moving
    it round and round in her loins, her juices streaming. She moaned
    deep in her throat.

    The men changed positions. Aslam lay on his back and Nisha
    straddled his face, spreading her cunt-lips wide. His tongue
    flickered up into her cunt and her head arched back, her shoulders
    hunched, her shoulder bones stood out. She moaned loudly, bucking
    and jerking on his face, the jewellery slithering on her chest.
    Salim stood before her, and she took his penis deep in her mouth,
    sucking hungrily on it, making him gasp and grunt. Nisha loved
    having her mouth fucked. His hips swung and pumped at her face,
    his hands rocking her head back and forth. She crushed her breasts
    in mounting excitement, her loins grinding and writhing on Aslam's
    face. His tongue darted in and out of her wet slit, flicking her
    gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped, her cunt streaming
    with excitement.

    They fucked her in turns, at first. She lay on her back, her knees
    forked wide and raised and one of them bent over her, between her
    thighs. She felt his cock-head at her cunt-lips as she held his
    face in her hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue snaking into
    his mouth.

    "Who are you?" she murmured.



    "Nope. Aslam."

    "Yes. Aslam. C'mon now ... fuck me ... give me your cock ... fuck
    me hard!"

    His buttocks flexed and his cock surged into her cunt. Nisha
    gasped sharply, her back snapping in a taut bow under him, her
    head jerking back, her mouth wide.

    "OhmaUNHHhhh AHHHHHHHHH!" she called. "Ohhhh uhhhh OHHHHHH!"

    "Unhhh yeh ... OHHHHh .... yes!" her lover-client responded.

    Smoothly, Aslam slid his penis deep into her. His handsome head
    craned back and he moaned. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed on his
    throbbing penis. Her legs spread wider and rose higher, coiling
    above his hips.

    "Fuck me ... fuck me hard Aslam," she gasped. "Oh god ... that's
    so good!"

    He fucked her slowly and steadily, his hips rising and falling,
    his buttocks flexing and unflexing. His twin got off the bed,
    grinning hugely and watched Aslam fuck her. Standing behind them,
    he could see his brother's enormous penis going in and out, in and
    out of her cunt, his heavy balls slapping at her cunt-lips and
    buttocks. Aslam's rod glistened and gleamed. Her hips bucked and
    bounced under his eagerly. Aslam began moving faster and faster,
    his hips juddering up and down, his cock pistoning rapidly in and
    out of her cunt, slamming and ramming and reaming into her. She
    gasped, her body jerking and rocking under his thrusts, her
    breasts jiggling, her long *mangalsutra* dancing on her chest.

    "Yes yes yes fuck me yes ohhhh yes fuck me harder OHhhhh uhhh Oh
    yes yes oh god yes yes OHhhh uhhhh yes!" she cried, her head
    flipping ecstatically from side to side.

    "Take it ... take it whore ... take it!" Aslam grunted. "Ohhh yeh
    ... take it bitch ... take my cock in your cunt Ohhhhh ... uhhh
    yeh ... c'mon slut ... c'mon ... yeh ... ohhh yeh ... that's it
    ... mmmm yes ..."

    Faster and faster he went, his hips banging down hard, drawing
    sharp cries from her throat. She clenched his shoulders, then his
    hips, then his buttocks, gritting her teeth and gasping and
    panting as he drove her to a wild orgasm. He felt her cunt
    convulse powerfully on his dick and he groaned, grinding his cock
    deep into her again and again. With a shuddering cry, he pulled
    out of her and came, spraying her cunt and belly and breasts with
    thick, sticky shots of hot jizz. Then he squeezed his cock back
    into her and bent over her and kissed her. She moaned, her chest
    heaving, caressing his head.

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

    "My turn," her lover's brother announced.

    Aslam chuckled and rolled off her. Salim turned her over onto her
    front and got back on the bed. She lay under him, drawing her
    knees up, spreading her legs, her buttocks lifted slightly. Salim
    knelt behind her and, lobing her buttocks open, squeezed his cock
    into her cunt. She murmured softly, gasping and biting her lip as
    the huge cock tunneled into her cunt. She closed her eyes and
    whimpered her pleasure, her chin resting on the counterpane.

    "Mmmm ... god you're good in there," she sighed happily as the
    heat of his cock seared in her belly. "Fuck me Salim ... fuck me
    hard ..."

    Now Aslam stood behind and watched Salim fuck her. It was an
    erotic sight and he wished he'd brought his video camera. Next
    time. Salim fucked her slowly, his dark, thick veined penis
    appearing and disappearing into her cunt, his balls slapping at
    the lovely curves of her buttocks. She gasped and moaned, her body
    jerking under his thrusts, calling obscenely to him.

    "Ohh yes Salim yes ... fuck me ... yes, that's it ... fuck me ...
    fuck my cunt ... ohh god yes ... mmm ... yes ... Ohhhh ... uhhhh
    OHhhh ... OHHH uhhh Ohma uNNHH ahhhh ... yes Ohhhhh uhhh OHHHHH!"
    she went.

    He bent over her and, spreading his legs to lever her thighs
    apart, began to ram-fuck her. His head arched back and he grimaced
    with tension. Her cunt was a wonderfully hot, tight sheath,
    enveloping his tool. Faster and faster he went, his buttocks
    plunging powerfully up and down, up and down, his cock reaming in
    and out, in and out of her cunt, squelching and rasping in
    audibly, glistening and gleaming, hot, dark, rock-hard. Nisha's
    cries rose in pitch and volume and she felt herself soar up to
    another orgasm. Salim felt it, felt the hot cramping of her cunt
    on his dick, felt the sharp sting of her juices and he slammed
    into her hard once, twice, three times, then pulled out and,
    jerking his cock, shot his wad. Thick jets of cum splattered on
    her buttocks and the cleft between them, on her anus. She moaned
    softly. He, too, slid his cock back into her, making her moan. He
    bent over and tongued her ear.

    "You're good, bitch," he admitted. "Damn good. Now let's see how
    do with both of us ... together ..."

    They were all riding on a high of sex-pep dope. They could come
    repeatedly without tiring. After a few minutes, she got off the
    bed and knelt before them, taking their cocks in her hand, and
    then began sucking them. She opened her mouth wide and took both
    cock-heads into her mouth together. The twins chuckled when they
    saw her playing with her breasts and fingering her cunt. Cum
    dribbled on her belly and thighs and now her lips and cheeks shone
    with their love-shot. The tang of their seed excited her. Moaning
    and gasping eagerly, she got back onto the bed.

    She straddled Salim's hips, his cock in her hand and eased herself
    down onto it. He groaned and began to buck under her, tossing her
    on his lap. She gasped sharply, biting her lower lip, arching her
    head, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them together.

    "Ohhhh yes ... yes ... yes ..." she gasped.

    For a minute, Aslam waited, watching as she bent forward on her
    arms and rocked back and forth on his brother's swollen dick. He
    held her buttocks and moved her up and down, and Aslam could see
    her hair-rimmed crack sliding up and down the bloated penis. Her
    breasts swung and jiggled, her long *mangalsutra* swinging back
    and forth. Her breasts were gorged and swollen, the nipples
    nut-hard. Salim sucked on them sharply.

    "OHHHh uhhh OHHHH uhh OHHH uhhOHHHHuhhhh OHHHH uhh!" she moaned.

    Salim chuckled. "C'mon cunt ... take it ... take it cunt!"

    Aslam got onto the bed and stood before her, his feet straddling
    his brother's broad, deep chest. He jerked her head up to his
    crotch and thrust his cock at her face. She took it in her mouth,
    sucking hard. He held her head and rocked it rapidly back and
    forth, his hips pumping at her head. She tossed and bucked on
    Salim's groin, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth and
    sharpened by the ramming cock in her cunt. Her cunt ran up and
    down Salim's shaft.

    "Yeh ... suck it ... suck my cock, whore ... suck it!" Aslam

    The two men swapped positions. On all fours, she sucked Salim's
    dick while Aslam knelt behind her and slid his penis into her and
    fucked her with hard, ramming, thrusting plunging his big cock in
    and out of her cunt. On and on they went, taking her hard. Aslam
    held her by her waist, rocking her body back and forth, jerking
    down hard onto his bursting penis. Salim clenched her hair,
    rocking her head back and forth at his crotch. Her *mangalsutra*
    and breasts swung and jiggled and both men squeezed and fondled
    her breasts together.

    Both men were gasping and sweating, their heads flung back. He
    groped her breasts and squeezed them. She moaned, twisting to
    reach for Aslam's cock, wanting more of it inside her as his balls
    thumped against her buttocks, shoving her forward. He went faster
    and faster and Salim drove his cock deeper into her mouth. She
    began to orgasm, her head swimming with joy.

    "Hey Salim, the cunt's good, what say?" Aslam chuckled.

    "Yeh. Hot stuff. Great piece of ass."

    "Speaking of which ... wanna raid it?"

    "Butt-fuck, yeah, sure! The man said we could."

    "Okay. Your idea, you go first in her butt. I'll take her cunt."

    The twins slid out of her cunt and mouth. Salim lay on his back
    and pulled her over his lap again. His cock ran into her cunt like
    a hot knife through butter. She gasped heavily. She knew what they
    wanted and she wanted it, too. Nisha enjoyed having her butt
    fucked, and it was best when combined with a cock in her cunt. She
    murmured joyfully, rocking back and forth on his cock for a minute
    and then drew her knees up higher. He clenched her buttocks and
    prised them open, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus for his
    brother. Aslam chortled, masturbating, his cock slippery with
    precum gunk. He moved forward and knelt behind her and squeezed
    his cock-head between the globes of her buttocks. She tensed as
    she felt the hard, thick cock-head at her anus. It spasmed once,
    and then she relaxed and yielded. Aslam flexed his buttocks and
    squeezed his cock-head into her asshole.

    Nisha's head snapped up and she cried out thinly, her mouth
    tearing open as Aslam's huge cock burst into her rear channel. Her
    body crackled with lust and heat, the pain and joy as one. Her
    cunt and ass burned with the fiery prods in them. They began to
    fuck her together, gasping and grunting loudly, her body
    sandwiched between theirs. Aslam's cock rocked deeper into her ass
    and she cried out, her hips forced down under his thrust, her cunt
    impaled deeply on Salim's erect lance. They moved smoothly in
    tandem, their cocks running into her together, separated by the
    merest membrane of her flesh. Her face contorted in a rictus of
    intermingled pain and lust. Aslam squeezed her breasts and Salim
    sucked her nipples, making her cry out thinly.

    "OHHHHHHHhhhh uhhhh OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

    Suddenly, they stopped and Aslam slid out of her, making her gasp
    in shock. Salim eased her off his tool and made her turn around,
    her back to him. Moaning loudly, she lowered her hips, impaling
    her taut sphincter and rectum on his lance. He gasped and arched
    under her, his cock thrusting into her rear channel. Nisha arched
    back on her elbows, her head jerking back, tendons popping in her
    neck, mouth snapping open in a cry of joy as it went in deeper.

    "YES .... YES OHHHHHHHHHHH YES!" she cried.

    They laughed and Salim rolled his hips under her, twisting his
    cock in her asshole. She cried out, twisting on his lap, her hands
    squeezing her breasts frantically. She reached down and clawed her
    cunt-lips wide open for Aslam.

    "C'mon Aslam ... shove it in ... fuck my cunt!" she gasped.

    She arched back, opening her legs wide, her knees bent. Beneath
    her, Salim spread his own thighs, levering her legs wider apart.
    Aslam got between them and bent over and kissed her, his cock-head
    at her cunt-lips.

    "OHHHH ma ohh! uhhhhOHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as Aslam squeezed his
    penis into her.

    Her body was angled between theirs, her hands on the bed behind
    her, her arms outstretched on either side of Salim beneath her.
    Salim reached up and squeezed her breasts, his fingers twining in
    her *mangalsutra*. She moaned as the hard beads of the necklace
    rasped across her nipples. Flames of lust rippled through her. Her
    shoulders hunched, her body shook, streaming with sweat, and her
    head fell back at the overpowering pain and ecstasy of the two
    cocks filling her adjacent orifices. She turned her head and Salim
    kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

    They began to fuck her slowly, their inflamed cocks going in and
    out of her cunt and ass. They hit a rhythm, both cocks going into
    her body simultaneously. Nisha felt they would tear her asunder,
    Aslam's cock reaming up into her cunt, Salim's skewering her anus.
    In and out they went and her body lurched and jerked and tossed
    and rose and fell between their pumping, gasping, sweating bodies.

    "OhhhUHHOHHUHOHHUHHHAHHYESOHUHHOHHHH!" she cried deliriously.

    Superbly coordinated, without missing a beat, they began to fuck
    her out of synch, Salim coming out of her ass as Aslam lifted her
    cunt up onto his cock. Then Aslam slid out of her cunt and forced
    her ass back onto Salim's dick. Aslam bent his head and sucked on
    her breasts. Salim crushed her swollen breasts under

    To their immense delight, she began to orgasm. They moved faster,
    their cocks thrusting in deeper and harder and she cried out and
    moaned in excitement as her cunt and ass convulsed on their cocks.

    They let her come, and went on fucking her. She whimpered, gasping
    and moaning, her body on fire. Sweat streamed off her body, beads
    of perspiration dotting her forehead and upper lip, strands of
    hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. They paused for a
    moment, sliding out of her and laid her on her side on the bed and
    fucked her again, changing positions yet again. Salim lifted her
    leg high over his hip and jerked his cock hard into her cunt from
    the front. Now she wanted the other, too, and she clawed her
    buttocks open and Aslam grunted softly and squeezed his cock-head
    into her butt. The two brothers fucked her rapidly now, jerking
    her body up and down between theirs, their rock hard cocks rasping
    deeply in and out of her cunt and ass. She moaned deliriously,
    giddy with lust, her body trembling and shaking.

    It was glorious, wonderful sex. Steadily, they fucked her on and
    on until she burst through the clouds again. This time, both men
    came, Aslam rocking up into her ass, thudding in deep, his cock
    quivering and spitting a white-hot load of jizz. Seconds later,
    his brother rammed into her cunt and exploded, his sticky, warm
    gunk flooding her cunt and seeping over her thighs. They fell
    apart, gasping and panting.

    "Jeez," Aslam said. "What a fuck!"

    "Yeh," his brother gasped. "Never had one like her. Oh man."

    Nisha lay between them, panting and gasping, her chest heaving.
    She moaned softly. Her body tingled and she could feel the warm
    stickiness of their seed in her cunt and ass, on her thighs and
    buttocks and breasts, on her face. She began to caress herself

    "You were wonderful," she murmured. "That was really lovely."

    She stretched either hand and squeezed their cocks affectionately.

    "Was I worth your money?" she giggled.

    "Every damn penny," Aslam growled. "Every *naya paisa*."

    "Don't you want more?"

    The twins propped themselves up on their elbows and grinned at
    her. They squeezed her breasts.

    "You want more?" Salim asked.

    "Yes. Yes, I do."

    "How d'you want it?"

    "One at a time now."

    "Where?" said Aslam.

    "Shall I tell you?"


    "I want to suck your cocks again. I want to eat your gunk. Both of

    At the door, Anil grinned and watched as his wife sucked them off
    one by one, kneeling before them. Her head rocked back and forth
    between their thighs, their tools in her hands, her tongue and
    lips lasciviously on their cocks. They fucked her mouths steadily
    and both came in her mouth, shooting thick loads of jizz down her
    throat, spattering her breasts and face with their seed.

    At last they were done. They thanked her, kissing her gently and
    got dressed. Anil shook their hands and they thanked him. He
    handed them a small package.

    "What's this?"

    "A small token of our appreciation for your custom," Anil smiled.
    "A videotape."

    "What of?"

    "Of this afternoon."

    Aslam and Salim looked at each other and laughed. This was a real
    pleasure. They thanked Anil again and left, chuckling happily.

    "Okay, bitch, get cleaned up," Anil snapped at Nisha who still lay
    on the bed. "Your next client is here."

    "How much has he paid?"


    Nisha nodded. She went to the bathroom, showered and douched, and
    dressed in a fresh *sari*. When she returned to the bedroom, Anil
    had laid out fresh sheets and her next client was waiting for her
    already, a handsome young man with sharp features. Nisha smiled
    and walked across to him. She knew him well. He was a regular

    "Hello, Naresh," she said softly and, without another word knelt
    before him and unzipped his trousers and buried her face in his
    crotch, greedily swallowing his cock. She never tired of sex.

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