Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives


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Copyright 1996-97, 
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

                         P E N T A P R I S M


                            Line of Sight

    The handsome young servant pressed his eye cautiously to the
    keyhole of the locked door. His vision was framed by the aperture.
    He held his breath and watched the seventeen-year old girl within
    the room.

    Humming to herself, Anuja selected a cassette and popped it into
    the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number
    began playing, with a steady, insistent beat. Snapping her
    fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she
    crossed to the bank of closets. The servant's view was obscured by
    the open leaf. She closed it, her arms full of clothes and dumped
    them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the
    door. She flipped open a box of assorted chocolates from the
    bedside table and, selecting one, popped it into her mouth.

    There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot
    of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her
    long white *kurta*, pulled it off her head. The servant gasped
    behind the door. He could see hear naked back, the bra straps. She
    tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it rustled to her
    feet. Her panties were very small, white. Humming, she turned and
    now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.

    She was very lovely. Dusky, sensual, fleshy, with large, dark
    eyes, lined with *kajal*, thick black hair that fell to her waist
    in a braid. Her skin was smooth and clear, with several attractive
    and sexy birth-marks on her face and neck. He saw one on the
    inside of her left breast. Her breasts were large and full and
    heavy, with a devastating cleavage. She wore a gold chain around
    her neck. It glistened against her tawny skin. Her belly was firm
    and flat and her hips flared perfectly, to sweetly curved buttocks
    and long, firm legs. Her limbs were smoothly turned and her feet
    and hands were elegant and shapely, beneath slender wrists and
    ankles. She wore a silver toe-ring, two diamond rings on one
    finger, a small diamond nose-stud, matching ear-rings. A *bindi*
    dotted the middle of her forehead. Her nose was slightly heavy,
    but perfect on her. Her lips were full and luscious and her teeth
    were perfect, white and strong and even.

    Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that
    only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious brown
    globes bare. He could see the stubs of her nipples and the dark
    shadows of her aureoles through the fine material. Her panties
    were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark
    hair crept from either side of the V. The darkness of her delta
    was clearly visible. The servant groaned softly as he watched her.

    She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her
    bra. Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the
    confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her
    rounded shoulders and her breasts bounced free. She tossed the bra
    into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking
    her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside.
    The servant stared at her naked body in mounting desire. The dark
    triangle of her cunt mesmerised him. As he watched, she bent to
    pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry
    basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The
    servant watched her breasts bouncing.

    She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see
    her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled
    her long braid into a knot high on the back of her head,
    accentuating the sweep of her neck. The gold chain glistened on
    her flesh. Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She
    looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and
    that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with
    mischief. She held her palms between her breasts, the outside
    edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger and slowly
    weighed and lifted her breasts. Gently, she began to thumb her
    nipples. Moistening her finger with her tongue, she rubbed her
    nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened and she pinched them
    gently, tweaking and twirling the hard stubs. The servant saw her
    breathing get shallower and more rapid, the tensing of her body,
    the parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, all the
    unmistakable signs of sexual arousal. She squeezed her breasts in
    her hands, the flesh squeezing between her fingertips and arched
    her head, her tongue arching lasciviously over her upper lip. 

    Outside, watching her, the servant groaned and pulled his erect
    cock out of his shorts and began to masturbate slowly. He pressed
    his eye to the keyhole again. She was still fondling her beautiful

    Anuja knew she was being watched. He had been doing this for some
    weeks now and, long ago, she had seen the dark eye glittering
    beyond the keyhole and knew it was him. She felt no revulsion or
    shame, rather enjoyed the attention. She was horny and sexy, and
    the man was sexy. So what if he was only a servant? He was a human
    being, after all, and a very desirable one. He was quite tall and
    dark and muscular, with a finely chiseled face and the strong
    features of the warrior Maratha caste. His eyes were deep-set and
    dark, his nose fine and straight, his mouth lean and wide. His
    shoulders were broad, his chest cleaved and muscular and hard and
    his belly was a slab of rock. His waist was narrow, his hips were
    high and buttocks taut. His arms and legs bore thick bunches of
    musculature. She knew his body was lean and tough, his torso
    smoothly hairless. She had often watched him as he came out of his
    bath in his shorts and nothing else, toweling his thick, tousled
    hair. His nipples were small and dark and pulled low and wide on
    either side of his heavy pectorals. All said and done, Baban was
    one sexy hunk of a man and she liked the fact that he desired her.
    One day, she promised herself, she would entice him to fuck her.

    Baban knew nothing of this. His lust for her body was
    overpowering, and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched
    as she continued to fondle herself, squeezing and massaging her
    generous, gorgeous breasts. How he wanted to feel them, take them
    in his hands, sense their weight and fullness, feel the stiffness
    of her nipples in his fingers, watch her pleasure as his hands,
    not hers, moved over her irresistible flesh.

    He gasped softly. In the room, Anuja smiled wantonly at her
    reflection and slid a hand down to her crotch. Baban watched her
    face crease in pleasure as she teased her cunt-lips open and
    rubbed her finger along the slit. She gasped and her hips lurched,
    her buttocks writhing and twitching. Her mouth fluttered open and,
    slowly, she slid a finger into her cunt. Gently, she masturbated
    before the mirror, moving her finger in and out of her slit,
    twisting it round and round, while her other hand fondled her
    visibly swollen breasts. She gasped softly and her hand moved
    faster in her crotch, her wrist pumping back and forth. Her hips
    twitched and lurched, rocking and jerking back and forth, and her
    fingers were frenzied on her breasts. Baban groaned in despair.
    She deserved better than her fingers; she deserved a cock, a big,
    thick cock in her cunt.

    Obviously, Anuja felt no differently. She kept masturbating and,
    as he watched, leaned forward on an outstretched arm, her hand on
    the dresser counter and spread her feet wide. Her buttocks splayed
    open and Baban had an unobstructed view of her puckered anus and
    her unfurled cunt-lips with her slender, shapely, elegant finger
    arched into it, rocking in and out, in and out. In the mirror, her
    upturned face was a vision of lust, her mouth a wide 'O'.

    Baban pumped his cock eagerly, moaning and gasping. In the room,
    Anuja's body rocked back and forth and he saw her pendulous
    breasts jiggling and bouncing, saw, too, the expression of delight
    on her face and her finger, wet and sticky, wriggling and darting
    into her tender cunt-flesh.

    Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and
    pulled out something. Baban gasped when he saw that it was a
    *dandiya*, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual,
    traditional *raas-garba* dances. He expected her to use it as a
    dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with
    excitement, her eyes dilated and glassy, her nostrils flared,
    Anuja moved away from the mirror.

    The bed had a carved wooden head-board and a matching, slightly
    lower foot-board. There was a decorative mirror above the bed,
    too. The ends of the foot-board bore carved wooden knobs, raised
    high, just below groin-level. Baban watched pop-eyed as she
    mounted the knob, spreading her legs on either side of it, one
    foot on the bed with her knee deeply bent, the other on the floor,
    her back to him. Slowly, she eased her cunt down onto it, and in
    the mirror, her face spasmed with lust and her head arched back
    and her mouth jerked wide open as she sank her cunt onto the knob.
    He watched her moan, heard her voice, soft and husky and sexily
    sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and forced her cunt deeper
    onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh, the entire knob
    and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft. Whimpering, she
    rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the wood.
    Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork. Baban
    saw her buttocks flex tight, open, flex again and then she was
    fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks
    writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down. Her face
    turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her
    tongue swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip. How he longed
    to fuck her mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His
    fingers were sticky with gunk.

    On the bed's foot-board, Anuja gasped and moaned, rocking her body
    back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her
    cunt ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt
    churning itself with the knob. She caressed her swinging,
    pendulous breasts sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked
    back and forth. Groaning, she fumbled for the *dandiya*. Slowing
    her motions, she paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the
    narrower end of the *dandiya* into it. Pulling it out, she smeared
    it slowly and then her hand went between her buttocks and Baban
    saw her anoint her anus and understood what she was going to do
    and his jaw dropped in shock and astonishment.

    Moaning, Anuja leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further
    apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the *dandiya* in the
    other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the
    lubricated tip of the rod to her anus. He saw her pause and then
    her arm flexed and she pushed the *dandiya* into her asshole. Her
    head snapped up and he heard her cry.

    "OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"

    Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed
    in a trismus of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and
    sank deeper onto the upright pole and knob. The hand behind her
    began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of
    the *dandiya* in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt
    slid up and down the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning,
    gasping, rocking and lurching. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and
    he saw that her nipples were nut-hard. Her hand rocked behind her
    back, moving the *dandiya* in and out of her anus faster and
    faster, deeper and deeper. With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed,
    her back bowing inward, her face jerking up and contorting with
    lust, the hand behind her back tensing, pressing the *dandiya*
    deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply onto the bedpost. On
    and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest heaving till it
    gradually ebbed.

    Slowly, she slid the *dandiya* out of her anus and gingerly lifted
    her cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the
    bed and lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the
    floor, her chest heaving. He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for
    her thighs were spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts
    again, and her hand slid down her body to her cunt and she slid
    her finger sensuously up and down the wet slit. Baban thought the
    sight of her dark, wet cunt against her slender, bejeweled finger
    was incredibly erotic.

    At last she rose and smiled to herself. It was a satisfied,
    sensual, wanton look, her eyes glittering with pleasure. Baban saw
    that she was sweating, beads of perspiration dotting her upper lip
    and coursing between her breasts. She went into the bathroom,
    leaving the door open. Her breasts bounced as she walked.

    The bathroom was positioned so that her every move was reflected
    in the mirror above the bed outside, or the one above the dressing
    table and so fully visible to Baban at the keyhole. He watched her
    on the toilet, douching herself carefully and then she went into
    the shower, humming to herself. Baban watched as she bathed and
    shampooed. When she soaped herself, her hands roaming her breasts
    and buttocks and thighs, lathering her crotch, Baban saw her smile
    again in pleasure. She plucked the handshower from its bracket in
    the wall and adjusted the spray to a hard, drumming, spurt. She
    ran it over her breasts and he saw her nipples harden. Then she
    spread her legs and, arching her head, directed the jet into her
    slit. Baban watched her move it closer to her cunt-lips. Finally,
    she had it jammed to her cunt-lips and with her other hand she
    turned the tap up full. The water pressure must have been terrific
    gauging from her reaction for she gasped and her hips lurched and
    her head snapped back and she moaned wantonly. Again she squeezed
    her breasts in excitement as the water drummed and hammered into
    her cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked back and forth. She
    clenched the shower-rod and gasped and her face contorted in a
    rictus of pleasure, her head arching back, falling forward,
    rolling from side to side as she moved the water-jet around in her

    A few minutes later, she emerged from the bath with a towel
    wrapped around her waist, her torso bare. Her body glistened with
    water. Absurdly, there was a big, long carrot on her desk. Taking
    it, she turned and advanced to the door. Baban froze, terrified
    that she might fling it open and catch him. Instead, she stopped
    and slowly dropped her towel. Her cunt was inches from his eye,
    just on the other side of the door. His vision filled with it. He
    stared at it greedily, longing to plunge his now throbbing penis
    into it again and again, to feel its heat and wetness and
    tightness. She parted her cunt-lips and he saw clearly the tender
    bright cunt-flesh, the hard stub of her clitoris and he longed to
    suck it, nibble it, taste the juice that seemed to flow still for
    the flesh was wet.

    Anuja lay on the floor on her back and spread her legs wide,
    lifting her feet to the wall on either side of the door beyond
    which Baban knelt, gasping and gaping. Now she was right in front
    of him and he was looking between her split legs, straight down at
    her unfurled cunt. Anuja smiled wantonly at the door, and, holding
    the carrot, inserted it slowly into her cunt. Her arms were
    stretched and her breasts bunched between them. Baban gasped.
    Slowly, she began to masturbate, moving the carrot in and out of
    her cunt. He watched it grow wet and shiny with her cunt-juices.
    She murmured in pleasure and her hips lurched and rocked and her
    body rocked gently back and forth. She moved the carrot in and out
    of her cunt, round and round. Licking a fingertip, she moistened
    her aureoles and caressed her breasts sensuously while her other
    hand kept working between her legs. On and on she went and finally
    exploded, gasping and mewing, her hips arching and lurching
    upward. Slowly, she slid the carrot out of her slit and, with a
    lascivious grin, began to nibble on it.

    All this time, her eyes were on the door and it seemed as if she
    knew he was there and wanted him to be. *Fuck me*, she seemed to
    say. *I want you*. It was what he desired more than anything else
    in the world and, on the other side of the door, so did she.
    Groaning, Baban exploded, flooding his hand with jizz.

    And then she got up and hung her towel over the doorknob, covering
    the keyhole and eclipsing his pleasure. 

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