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


                         Embraces of Men Past

    Anuja moans ecstatically. She is on her front, on her forearms and
    knees, her body rocking and lurching back and forth, her breasts
    hot, swollen, pendulous, jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace
    swinging to and fro. Kneeling behind her is a thin, reedy
    teenager. He is no more than fourteen or fifteen. He has a thin,
    sharp, almost cruel face, with a knife-blade nose, fleshy lips
    with a wisp of a mustache over the upper lip. His eyes are small
    and wide, and he has long hair that curls over his scrawny neck.
    His light coloured body is almost painfully thin. He has small,
    dark nipples. His chest and belly are flat and hard, hairless, but
    without defined musculature. Tufts of hair peep from under his
    arms. His buttocks are flat and taut, his hips narrow, his arms
    and legs thin and long. He wears a black thread with around his
    neck, another on one wrist and a third girdles his waist. 

    The boy's cock is of terrifying, impossible proportions. Baban
    thinks the gargantuan organ, fully ten inches long and over two
    inches thick, with enormous, low, heavy testicles, the shaft shorn
    smoothly to the base, the scrotum, too, is incongruous, even
    ridiculous, on the boy's spindly physique.

    Anuja obviously doesn't share his opinion. Judging by the
    expression on her face and her love-calls, she loves it. She moans
    and gasps loudly, rocking and jerking and lurching back and forth
    on all fours like a rutting bitch. Her cunt slides up and down the
    length of the gargantuan penis. Her gold necklace swings wildly,
    her swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and bounce. Her face is a
    vision of lust, the eyes hooded, the mouth open and her cries are
    sharp with excitement. 

    "OHHHH ... uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH uh OHHHHH!" she moans. "Oh ma
    uhh *hanh* uhh *hanh* uh *hanh* uhhh OHHHHHH!"

    The boy fucks her unhurriedly, scarcely out of breath. His hands
    are over her buttocks, spreading them open, his fingers curved up
    towards her back, his thumbs angled down, pointing inward to her
    anus. His penis glistens, thick and long and hard, shining with
    their juices. It rasps and grinds in and out of her cunt,
    distending and filling it, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged
    clitoris. He swings his hips in a smooth, steady rhythm, his
    buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately. He moves her body back
    and forth to suit his pleasure.

    "Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... c'mon, slut ... take it ... yeh ... take
    my prick, bitch!" the boy mutters in his thin, adolescent voice.

    He grins at one of the waiting men, who is watching him

    "Hot piece of ass," he chuckles softly, fucking her with sharp,
    jabbing thrusts now. "Nice tight cunt. Hot, too. Real sweet."

    Grinning, showing uneven teeth, he slides his hands up her fair,
    smooth body and squeezes her heavy, pendulous breasts. Anuja gasps
    and moans, her face arching, suffused with lust. The boy bends
    over her and she turns her face over her shoulder to his. He
    kisses her roughly, jamming his tongue into her mouth, crushing
    her breasts in his bony hands, his hips rocking swiftly back and
    forth, his cock plunging greedily in and out of her cunt. He lifts
    his hips, sliding his cock out of her and then, with a sudden flex
    of his hips, rams into her cunt hard, his buttocks snapping
    together. Anuja tears her face away and cries out loudly, her face
    contorting in lust. The boy chuckles and grins and pinches her
    nipples, squeezes her heavy, hot breasts. She writhes her buttocks
    against his. Again he jerks out and slams into her, and yet again.
    Anuja cries out, lurching and gasping and rocking under him. He
    fucks her faster, his thighs slapping loudly against her buttocks,
    bouncing off her flesh.

    "C'mon ... now c'mon bitch ... take it ... yeh ... take it ... oh
    fuck yes ... take my dick, whore ... c'mon! Take it! *hanh* uh
    *hanh* uh *hanh* uh *hanh* uh *hanh*!"

    He is upright on his knees again and now his face is flushed with
    rising excitement. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her
    waist and hips as he grips her fiercely and jerks her body
    violently back and forth, slamming his hips to and fro, ramming
    his enormous cock in and out of her cunt.

    "OH! Oh ma uh *hanh* uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHH uh
    OHHHHH uhh OHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cries loudly.

    Faster and faster he goes, fucking her brutally now, ramming and
    reaming his cock deep into her cunt, hammering his hips at her
    buttocks. Her body lurches and jerks under his thrusts, her
    necklace swinging wildly, her breasts jiggling and bouncing
    furiously. Her cries are sharp and loud.

    "Oh uhh ohh uhhh oh ma uh *hanh* uh *hanh* uhhh yes! Oh god yes!
    Oh yes Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma uh ah uh yes! Fuck me! Fuck
    me hard! *hanh* uhhh *hanh* uhh oh ma *hanh* fuck me hard!"

    The boy gasps and ram-fucks her swiftly, his mouth open, panting
    and gasping, his penis plunging in and out of her flesh, his
    thighs cannoning off her buttocks, her breasts jiggling and
    bouncing furiously under his mad thrusts.


    Anuja was congenitally unfaithful. She continued her torrid affair
    with Dinkar and his brother. They introduced her to three black
    students who lived in the college hostel and had incredibly
    muscular bodies and huge cocks. She fucked them all. On one
    glorious Saturday night, she fucked all three blacks
    simultaneously, while Dinkar looked on. She fucked other students.
    She continued fucking Baban and the other servants. And whenever
    Jayant visited, they fucked like wild demons. 

    On holiday in different parts of the country, Anuja found new and
    exciting ways of escaping into her heaven of desire. There were
    horsemen in Matheran; a boatman in Kodaikanal and another in
    Mahableshwar. A gang of golf caddies and ballboys fucked her for
    three hours in a thicket at the edge of the Nagpur golf course
    while Jayant and his father played eighteen holes. A tour guide
    showed her Baz Bahadur and Rani Roopmati's love pavilion in Mandu
    and, aroused by the history of the place, they fucked in a little
    alcove overlooking the valley. On a cold spring morning in Simla,
    Anuja walked in the forests and found two woodcutters, already hot
    and sweating sexily. They did not hesitate when she offered
    herself to them.

    In the sweltering summer heat at Halebid, there were four athletes
    at the local gym, the *akhada*, big men with strong, sculpted
    bodies and thick penises. They fucked her heavily and slowly for
    over an hour. In Rajasthan, the men were magnificent, handsome and
    virile. She had a lover in the Lake Palace Hotel in Udaipur who
    fucked her through the night in a stunning suite while, outside
    the carved window lattices, the moonlight danced on the water. She
    went on a camel ride in the desert outside Jaisalmer and they
    camped at night among the dunes and Anuja whimpered and writhed
    under the canvas as the two camel drivers fucked her together in
    her cunt and anus, their bloated penises sawing in and out of her
    flesh. Outside, the wind caressed the sand.

    Among the erotic carvings on the temples at Khajuraho, Anuja found
    a handsome young priest to fuck her after the tourists had gone.
    She writhed under his lithe, hot, sweating body on the temple
    plinth. Around them, the stone danced under the stars in
    bewildering sexual contortions, inspiring Anuja and her lover.
    They attempted as many of the depicted positions as they could,
    till at last they were exhausted, their bodies sticky with sweat
    and sex.

    At home, there was no dearth of new adventure. There were handcart
    pullers and construction gang workers, dark, strong, muscular men
    with thick penises and a rough demanding manner in bed that
    excited her. There was the milkboy early in the morning while the
    household slept and the lad who delivered the newspapers, even the
    odd urchin who caught her fancy.


    The teenage milkboy continues fucking Anuja. She is on her back
    now and his body is angled over hers on knees and outstretched
    arms, his hands crushing her breasts while he swings his hips
    rhythmically back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.
    Anuja whimpers and cries out thickly, her head rolling from side
    to side, clenching his forearms. The boy's shoulders are hunched
    and his head is bent between them. His enormous penis grinds
    deeply in and out of her cunt. Her legs are spread wide and raised
    high, the knees bent, her feet in the small of his back. His huge
    penis squeezes and crushes into her cunt, mashing her cunt-flesh
    and gorged clitoris.

    "OHHHHH uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH yes!" Anuja cries. "Oh ma oh ma oh
    ma oh ma yes uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh* ... fuck me! Fuck me hard ...
    ohhhhhhh uhhh *hanh* ... that's it!"

    The boy grins down at her and thrusts deep into her cunt, making
    her gasp and moan, driving the breath from her throat. He pulls
    out and thrusts in again, and yet again, and gradually picks up
    speed. His hips rock smoothly up and down, back and forth and his
    huge cock pistons and plunges in and out of her cunt in a
    mesmerising rhythm. Each thrust rocks her body up onto the small
    of her back. Anuja's head is arched, her neck craned, her face
    tilted up.

    "OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!" she cries as the huge penis
    bursts in and out of her cunt. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHH!"

    The boy gasps thickly. "Take it ... c'mon, whore, take it! Oh
    fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yes ohhh yes ... take it! Take my
    cock, whore! Take it!"


    Anuja fucked incessantly. She was not a nymphomaniac; there was
    nothing pathological about her desire for sexual gratification.
    She enjoyed sex enormously, it was as simple and uncomplicated as
    that. The physical pleasure was for her so intense and satisfying
    that she saw no reason to deny herself, nor to complicate her
    enjoyment by complex emotional ties that could only cause pain.
    Sex was a passion she indulged. With each lover, she gave herself
    utterly and entirely. There was nothing mechanical or arid about
    her copulation.

    She told Baban of her affairs. He did not mind; after all, it was
    he who had brought other men to her. While he was still
    passionately fond of her, he was resigned to the fact that they
    could never share a life, no matter how much his heart desired it.
    She was a *memsahib*, he a mere servant. He felt no remorse or
    anger, and enjoyed hearing her narrate how her various lovers
    fucked her. It aroused him, and Anuja learned how to goad him
    during sex by comparing him to other men. 

    "Come on, Baban," she would gasp, writhing and heaving under him.
    "Fuck me ... fuck my cunt, Baban ... like Philip does ... oh yes
    ... shove it in, Baban ... all of it ... Ohhh yes ... just like
    Mike ... his cock's ... bigger ... you know ... harder ... so is
    ... the cook's ... he's good, too ... loves fucking my ass ... I
    love being fucked by him ... come on come on come on ohhhh yes!"

    Even as her servant fucked her, Anuja was thinking of the
    handsome, muscular youth with the expensive after-shave who had
    driven her to such paroxysms of joy the previous evening. His name
    was Arvind, and he was her latest lover. Mark had graduated and
    left for America to do a doctorate.

    Arvind took her to his house and fucked her in his bedroom, plying
    her body relentlessly with his tongue and teeth and wonderfully
    swollen penis. It was bigger by far than Baban's, longer and
    thicker and harder. Though not much older than herself, he had
    considerable sexual experience, and his lovemaking had a heavy,
    demanding, relentless rhythm that finally exhausted her. Anuja lay
    naked beneath him, her legs spread wide, her fingers digging into
    his thick shoulders, her body jerking and lurching and rocking
    with his thrusts. His enormous penis surged into her cunt-flesh,
    rasping and grinding deeply in and out, in and out, in and out.
    Anuja was dizzy with the pleasure. She moaned delirious
    obscenities, goading him to fuck her harder. His cock seemed to
    fill every inch of her cunt and she could feel the thick veins
    throbbing along its length. Her swollen breasts wobbled as she
    jerked and writhed beneath him.

    "Ohh Arvind! Yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me
    hard, Arvind! Fuck my cunt! Ohhh god yes!"

    The handsome youth took her powerfully and relentlessly, driving
    her from one orgasm to another, changing positions frequently,
    pausing deftly, just as she was on the verge of a climax, to make
    her suck his cock or to lick her slit.

    Laughing at her obscene love-calls, Arvind fucked her again and
    again till she was feverish with lust. At last, fucking her on her
    back once more, plunging his cock hungrily into her cunt over and
    over, making her gasp and cry out sharply with each piercing
    thrust, he came violently, timing his orgasm seconds after hers.
    He flung his head back and rammed his cock deep into her, his hips
    twitching rapidly at her groin. Anuja gasped as his penis erupted.
    It was a copious load, stinging hot jets of jizz spurting
    endlessly into her cunt. Finally, it ebbed and he smiled down at
    her and gently rocked his hips back and forth, pulling his penis
    out of her slowly. It was heavenly.

    "You're great, babe," he murmured, kissing her. "Really good."

    Anuja's afternoons with Baban grew shorter and more infrequent as
    she spent more time with other lovers like Arvind. Like Baban and
    Mark and the others, Arvind, too, delighted in her flesh and she
    surprised him with her skill and enthusiasm. Despite his
    experience, he had never fucked a woman's ass. Anuja loved being
    butt-fucked. She invited Arvind to try it, taking him unawares. He
    looked stunned.

    Laughing at his expression, she turned around and offered her rear
    to him, clawing her buttocks open for his pleasure. Arvind
    hesitated for a second and then, spurred by her obscene words,
    squeezed his thick penis into her anus. Anuja was ecstatic. Arvind
    fucked her butt slowly and heavily, apparently unable to get
    enough of it.

    Later, he confessed that it was the best fuck he had ever known.
    After that, they did it regularly, and their affair grew more
    torrid. For a few months, the relationship excited and aroused her
    and then she began to tire of it. Arvind was handsome and capable,
    but now there was an increasing sameness to their sex, and they
    seldom talked or chatted as friends as she did with Baban. They
    would go to his house, strip, she would suck his cock for a while,
    he would lick her cunt and then they would fuck for an hour or so
    before she left. 

    Anuja was not the kind to sever ties abruptly. One afternoon, as
    she rocked slowly up and down on his penis, astride his groin, she
    told him that she wanted to break off. To her surprise, he
    understood. They agreed that their relationship could not last,
    and that except for the sex, they shared nothing. The relief
    seemed to sharpen their desire and that last afternoon they fucked
    like ones possessed. He wanted her in every orifice, and she
    wanted nothing else. He fucked her repeatedly and, at the end, she
    was sweating and exhausted.

    They parted as friends and she returned to Baban. He accepted
    this, too, with equanimity, wordlessly communicating his
    commitment to her. She smiled happily in his arms and then pulled
    him over her with feverish urgency, bucking hungrily under him as
    his throbbing, rock-hard penis stroked in and out of her cunt,
    calling obscenely to him. Baban fucked her happily, giving without
    reserve, knowing with a deep ache in his heart that it was only a
    question of time before she found another man. Still, she would
    return to him again, and he would always be there for her. That
    gave him peace. 


    The milkboy moves faster, his hands squeezing and mauling her
    breasts, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly, his hips
    bucking and bobbing swiftly up and down. His gargantuan shaft
    plunges and pistons and rams and reams into her cunt, distending
    her cunt-lips wide open, mashing her dripping wet cunt-flesh and
    gorged clitoris. He cries out suddenly and rams wildly into her,
    pauses, lurches out, rams in again. Anuja gasps and cries out,
    arching steeply under him, her face contorting and twisting, her
    head jerked to one side, her body rocking with his thrusts, her
    breasts bouncing violently. With a shuddering moan, the boy jerks
    out of her and masturbates violently for a few seconds and then
    explodes. Anuja gasps as the thick jizz shoots from his cock-head
    and jets over her body, thick streams of it striking her belly and
    breasts and even her face. His load is copious and he keeps
    coming. His cock still spurting, he squeezes it back into her cunt
    and fucks her again gently for a few seconds. Anuja's face creases
    in a smile of pleasure and she pulls his face down to hers and
    kisses him languorously, caressing his smooth, hard back. He fucks
    her gently, his hips twitching back and forth at her cunt.


    Baban was right. A few weeks after she broke off with Arvind,
    Anuja found another lover. That relationship was even shorter than
    the one with Arvind. Her new lover was as capable and they fucked
    feverishly, their hunger unabated time after time. Soon, he, too,
    left her life, going abroad to study. After him, there was
    another, a married man with two children and an incontinent spirit
    his arid wife had no desire to satiate. He took refuge in Anuja,
    who welcomed the handsome man with fine, muscular build and gentle
    manner, with open arms and spread legs, offering herself without
    reserve for his pleasure, letting him live out every fantasy.
    That, too, passed and there were others.

    In college, Anuja continued to take lovers, alternating between
    them and Baban for another three years. By the time she finished
    her Master's, at twenty-five, Baban and she had been lovers for
    eight years. In that time, she had fucked more men that most women
    did in a lifetime, servants, drivers, cooks, fellow students.

    Then she came to know Siddharth and started the most enduring
    affair of her life. 

    Sex with Siddharth was unlike any she had known. He possessed her
    utterly, body and soul and mind. Her orgasms were intense,
    prolonged, shattering experiences. He aroused to her fever pitch:
    By turns tender and rough, fire and ice, silken smooth in his
    caresses one minute and rasping over her body like sandpaper the
    next, her tormented her relentlessly till she was whimpering like
    a whore. His penis was gargantuan, the biggest, thickest, hardest
    cock she had ever known. When he fucked her, it was with a
    deftness of touch and a sureness of timing that drove her wild.
    She had never known a man so finely attuned to a woman's sexual
    needs. With him, no words were necessary: Unerringly sensing her
    moods and desires, he gave without reserve, sweeping her along in
    tidal waves of ecstasy. Anuja could not get enough of him and for
    a few weeks, slept with no one else, surprising herself with her
    unwonted fidelity.

    There was nothing she would not do for him. He was the most
    complete, accomplished, controlled lover she had ever known. He
    was already married, to the bewitching nymphomaniac, Sunnu. A few
    months after they first slept together, he introduced her to his
    clandestine sexual empire, Hedon & Venery. 

    He told her about it one evening at his stunning penthouse
    apartment, while they were fucking. Anuja whimpered softly and
    writhed on his lap, her cunt impaled on his mammoth penis.
    Siddharth smiled at her and, masterful lover that he was, swirled
    his hips deftly under her, mashing her cunt and clitoris with his
    cock. She moaned and he craned his neck and sucked tenderly on her
    swollen, aching breasts. His hands roamed her body, gliding in
    gentle caresses over her breasts, her back, her buttocks, his
    fingers probing her anus delicately.

    Then he told her about Hedon & Venery in his deep baritone voice,
    gentle and caressing, erotic in itself, even as he kept fucking
    her, moving deftly so that she was forever on the verge of a
    cataclysmic orgasm. Anuja listened in awe, torn between the
    exquisite sensations in her loins and the eroticism of which he
    spoke. It was the realisation of a cherished fantasy, an erotic
    fusion of sex and profit, money and pleasure, anticipation and
    fulfilment. He asked her to join.

    Anuja was overwhelmed. She had long dreamed of being a whore, of
    being paid to be fucked, of making money by having the best fun
    there was. The idea of prostitution was sexy, the thought of
    fucking rank strangers and succumbing to their demands and getting
    paid for it inherently provocative.

    He took her to see it, showed her its spreading tentacles. It was
    an awesome enterprise. Devoted entirely to the provision of sexual
    pleasure, it had grown over the years into an international
    colossus. Barring only child abuse (the minimum age was fifteen,
    and that, too, was only for exceptional cases), slavery and
    torture, it pandered to every sexual need. Films, magazines,
    live-shows, aphrodisiacs, sexual aids, gigolos, whores -- it had
    them all. Anuja was to be part of this hedonism. She was thrilled.
    Here was the finest sex available, on call, and she would pay
    handsomely for it, to boot. She agreed, and became a whore.

    Always sensible and cautious, perfectly attuned to her interest,
    Siddharth imposed a limitation. She would service only very, very
    select clients, who could be counted on never to reveal her role
    to the outside world. All films and magazines featuring her were
    for select circulation in carefully selected international sectors
    only. The live shows would be by invitation only. And her hours
    were very restricted. All these limitations were subject to
    review, of course, he said, if circumstances warranted. But not
    for now. Anuja didn't mind. It was sound advice. 

    The only persons she told were Baban and Jayant and, one evening,
    they watched her at work. She was doing a live-show that night,
    with three men, for an audience of twelve. Baban and Jayant were
    astounded. The performance was incredibly erotic, imaginative,
    esthetic and skillfully choreographed. Anuja had multiple orgasms
    on stage before a dozen staring eyes. The show climaxed,
    literally, with all three men, heavily muscled and enormously
    endowed, fucking her simultaneously in cunt and mouth and ass.
    Baban came in his pants.

    Anuja's life took on a new rhythm. Three times a week, she worked
    for the company, and the other afternoons she spent with Baban.
    Sometimes, she spent an evening with Siddharth or one of the
    several handsome young men from his office or the seraglio.

    The next four years were the happiest of her life. Her career was
    doing well, and, by any standards, she had the finest of lovers.
    At the seraglio, she was much in demand, her high price and
    relative inaccessibility only adding to her allure. At home, she
    had Siddharth, his friends, magnificent lovers all, Jayant, Baban
    and the other servants.

    Blissfully ignorant of her abditory life, her parents tried
    frantically to get her married. By Indian standards, she was
    already too old, at twenty-nine. Her parents searched incessantly
    for a suitable match. She was introduced her to a never-ending
    stream of young men. Anuja rejected all her suitors: None of them
    attracted her in the least.

    Then her maternal aunt introduced her to Avinash. He was
    devastatingly handsome, superbly built, intelligent, suave and
    wealthy. He ran an electronics company that he had built up from
    scratch. Already, it was one of the hottest issues in the market.
    He came from good, solid Maharashtrian stock. 

    Later, her mother, smiling, asked her what she thought. Anuja
    looked at Avinash and instantly wondered how good he'd be in bed.
    He looked at her steadily, calmly and she felt a frisson of
    excitement. He was very sexy, easily the most attractive suitor
    she had met. Resigned to the fact that she could not oppose her
    parents much longer, and since Siddharth was already married, she
    decided that if she had to get married, it might as well be
    someone like Avinash. Instead of her usual we'll-see response,
    Anuja smiled warmly and accepted. Her mother was ecstatic and
    promptly conveyed her acceptance. They were to be married two
    months later.

    Anuja dreaded the loss of the liberty it portended.  Siddharth
    took her in his arms one evening as they lay together after sex.
    He told her not to worry. One never can tell, he said, life is
    full of imponderables. Wait and see. Finish the work in hand.
    Anuja was tense and he soothed her, and, in his unique fashion,
    gently aroused her with delicate caresses of his lips and tongue
    and fingers. Soon, she was trembling and whimpering eagerly,
    begging to be fucked. He fucked her slowly and she gasped in joy
    as his enormous penis slid into her flesh.

    Anuja completed her assignments at Hedon & Venery a fortnight
    before the wedding, when they shot the last footage of a steamy
    pornographic movie about a young girl's progression from innocent
    teenager to accomplished whore. Anuja played the lead role, and,
    in a two hour epic, was fucked in eighteen separate encounters by
    a dozen men and three women; lesbian sex was one of the many
    things Hedon & Venery had taught her to enjoy. 

    The film ended in a wild orgy, with Anuja being fucked hard by a
    series of men who mounted her in a bewildering variety of
    positions, plundering her every orifice, taking her singly, in
    pairs, in trios and even four at a time. The last shot was a
    lingering fade of Anuja lying naked on the floor of a deserted
    living room, her body coated in the spunk of a dozen men,
    masturbating dreamily with a large dildo, even as the doorbell
    sounded. The film was a sizzler, and Anuja got a standing ovation
    as she walked off the set. 

    In her dressing-room, in the traditions of Hedon & Venery, Anuja
    entertained three or four spot-boys and lower-echelon film crew.
    They were hot, randy youths, massively turned on by her film and
    fantasising about being studs themselves someday. Fucking the lead
    star was a chance to live out their fantasies. Anuja knew that
    many of their kind had risen, in just this way, to become leading
    studs in major productions; one, Hari, Neha's husband, had even
    risen to a managerial position. In this organisation, if you had
    the talent and the required mind-set, there were no limits.

    The boys took turns fucking her, and Anuja noticed one who was
    particularly good. He took her from behind first, after she had
    sucked his cock, and his penis was enormous. He fucked her slowly
    and steadily at first and then, goaded by her response, harder and
    harder, till he was ramming and reaming in and out of her like a
    dervish. Excited by him, she made him fuck her ass, mewing with
    pleasure as his enormous penis sizzled into her rear channel. When
    he came in her asshole, she decided to recommend him for

    The wedding date neared, and Anuja's excitement grew. Avinash
    seemed to be almost everything she wanted in a husband. Almost,
    but not quite. Only Siddharth had that privilege. She knew she
    always had him whenever she wanted; Avinash was a good

    She felt sorry for Baban. After all these years, he was a close
    friend, a trusted companion, a cherished lover. She would have to
    move to Avinash's house and perhaps would never see Baban again.
    He would be lonely without her. These past years had been full of
    happiness chiefly because of him, and he had devoted himself to
    her without question or reserve.

    The afternoon before the wedding, she stole away to the seraglio
    with him and, in a private room, they fucked for several hours,
    exulting in the joy of each other's body, driven by exhilaration
    and a sharp hunger born of their impending separation. He fucked
    her again and again, in her mouth and cunt and ass, changing
    positions repeatedly. Anuja gasped and cried out, thrashing with
    him, her body bucking and lurching, her face a vision of raw lust.
    Finally, flinging her on her back, he rammed his cock savagely
    into her and fucked her brutally, making her gasp and cry out
    sharply. Her face twisted and contorted and he gasped, slamming
    his hips back and forth, making her arch steeply under him. He
    thrust his cock into her repeatedly till he could hold back no
    longer. He came violently, spewing thick jizz into her cunt. They
    lay together in silence for a long while, their bodies turned to
    one another. When it was time to leave, she pulled him back and
    kissed him and saw the infinite sadness in his eyes and wept in
    his arms, grateful for the past he had given her, apprehensive
    about an uncertain future.

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