POONA COMPANY
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                    4 : Hard Cases Make Good Lays : Part B
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When he had gone, she sighed and went back into the house. She was thirsty
and she drank another two glasses of her spiked lemonade. She would need it.
Laxman and Pandu would be home soon and then Bablu would arrive, with his
friends. She smiled to herself. It was going to be a wonderful night, long
and exciting, with several large, thick, hard penises and plenty of steaming
jizz.
She turned on the lights and went into the kitchen. She enjoyed walking
around naked. It gave her a sense of freedom. She checked the refrigerator
and the pots on the stove and nodded approvingly. There was more than enough
food, even if Bablu and his guys wanted to gorge themselves. She doubted
they would -- not till much later anyway. Then they could eat all they
wanted; the cook was excellent.
And, like all the staff, he was a proficient lover as well. She smiled to
herself as she thought of the number of men she had fucked in the past two
weeks. Every man in the house had banged her and done it remarkably well.
She had wanted for nothing.
Ganpat, the cook, for instance. Last Saturday, a week ago, she had wandered
into the kitchen just before noon, looking for something to eat. He whipped
up a delicious snack, made her sit at the kitchen table and watched her eat.
She held her plate out for more. He looked at her quietly, his arms folded
and refused. She couldn't believe her ears. She was about to explode, when
he grinned impishly and told her not to ruin her appetite. She relaxed and
smiled.
"In fact," he said, "if you want to build your appetite, I know just the
thing."
She played along and acted innocent. "What might that be?"
He walked across and lifted her to her feet and cupped her breasts. "A good,
hard fuck," he said. "With me. Right here. Right now."
He was a handsome man, of about forty, with a firm, muscular body and dark,
earthy looks. Naturally, she gave in at once.
He fucked her on the kitchen table and turned out to be as good a lover as
he was a cook. He fucked her mouth, pushing her to her knees before him,
then lifted her onto the table and spread her legs wide. He tongue-fucked
her gently for a bit and then used his rolling pin to masturbate her till
she came.
Then he fucked her, taking her slowly at first, and then harder and faster,
pushing her to another orgasm. Just short of it, he pulled out, spun her
around and took her from the rear, standing on the floor and bent over the
kitchen table, ram-fucking her long and hard, till she exploded violently.
He juddered into her repeatedly before he came, flooding her cunt with jizz.
He was both right and wrong. The sex did sharpen her appetite -- but for
more sex, not food. She took him upstairs to bed and they fucked through the
afternoon. He fucked her repeatedly, taking her in her cunt and mouth and,
finally, in the way she so loved, hard and deep in her ass, till she was
drained and exhausted. She fell asleep and he slipped out of bed. She awoke
ravenously hungry and devoured the lunch he had prepared. She had never
tasted anything so good. After that, he fucked her every day, and it was
wonderful each time.
Smiling to herself, she walked out of the kitchen. The sky darkened and it
started to rain. Rajashri turned on the lights in the house and stood at the
French windows looking out at the downpour. A cool breeze started up and she
shivered as it caressed her naked body. Her nipples jumped erect. Barefoot,
she stepped out into the pouring rain and walked across the porch and
stepped down onto the lawn. The rain crashed over her. She shook her hair
loose and turned her face to the driving rain. She held her arms wide, her
eyes closed and savoured the sensation of the water streaming over and
between her breasts, down her back, between her buttocks, over her belly and
cunt and thighs and legs. She sniffed the air and the heady smell of the
moist earth filled her nostrils.
The aphrodisiac-laden drink was working on her. It made her feel horny
again. Her breathing shallow with arousal, she went back to the swing on the
porch and selected a vibrator-dildo. It was ten inches long, three inches
thick and shaped exactly like a penis. It was made of hard rubber, the shaft
spiked and ridged and dotted with knobs of varying size. She shook it in her
hand and heard the slosh of water inside.
It was a remarkable device, of which she was particularly fond. Battery
operated, it would not only vibrate, but would also heat steadily till it
reached the temperature of a tumescent penis. It also had an ejaculation
system that spewed heated water in sharp, jizz-like jets at the press of a
button. It worked with any fluid -- she had used it with fizzy soft drinks,
milk, juice and honey, and, without the heater, with ice-water and cream.
The prototype had been designed by Sunnu and Neha, Jayant's wife and her
niece, both exceptional lovers and whores.
She lay down on her back on the soggy lawn. She gasped at the sting of the
rain. Her nipples were stiff, her breasts swollen, her aureoles puckered.
She caressed her breasts and nipples with the dildo. Slowly, she spread her
legs and forked her knees and drew the dildo down her body to her groin.
Holding it with both hands, she squeezed the bulbous head of the ersatz cock
into her cunt. Her buttocks flexed and her hips bucked and she gasped, her
back arching. Her hands tensed on the dildo. Both arms outstretched, her
breasts bunched and squeezed together, she slid it deeper into her cunt  and
gasped as it spasmed and convulsed on the intruder. She pressed a button at
the dildo's base of and it hummed softly and began to vibrate. She moaned
and arched. It grew warmer and warmer, slowly becoming as hot as a cock.
Rajashri fucked herself with the vibrator, moving her hands rhythmically
back and forth, back and forth, sliding the dildo in and out of her cunt.
Her body bowed, her head flipped languorously from side to side and she
cried out, her mouth open, her eyes closed. Her hips bucked and jerked and
heaved and her hands moved faster and faster till she was ramming and
reaming it into herself. She began to twist and turn it inside herself and
she gasped as the hard knobs and spikes scraped against her inflamed
clitoris. She soared high and free toward an orgasm, her hands moving the
dildo faster and faster, jerking it furiously in and out of her cunt. She
orgasmed with an ululating cry, her back cambering, her hips bucking and
writhing frantically and she plunged the dildo into herself and hit the
ejaculator button. The vibrator whined loudly, grew hotter still, quivered
in her cunt and spat slugs of hot water into her sodden slit.
"Heyyyyyy ... chekitout, guys! The whore's fuckin' herself in the rain!"
She heard voices and looked up. Her three servants stood at the doors of the
living room, grinning at the sight of her masturbating out on the lawn in
the rain.
"Couldn't wait for us, whore?" Pandu taunted.
"C'mon, motherfucker, let's ramfuck her hard!" Laxman mimed a fucking
action, his arms wide as though holding a woman's waist, his hips jerking
back and forth.
The peons stepped out onto the porch. Ramesh waited for a moment, lifted his
hand in a farewell and disappeared. She knew he would do as she desired and
not demand her body till the next day. He was completely devoted to her.
The two peons were taking off their clothes, laughing and grinning with
excitement as they crossed the porch. She slid the dildo out of her and
rolled over and got to her knees, waiting for them. She lifted her breasts
in her hands and squeezed them gently in wanton offering.
"C'mon ... come here, you lovely studs ... come and fuck me hard!" she
called to them.
"Yeh, we gonna do just that, bitch, aren't we, Pandu?"
"And then some! Nice and hard, and I'm gonna fuck your ass reallll nice!"
"Yeh, while I fuck your cunt!"
"Yeah!"
They stood looking down at her, dark and handsome and naked, their penises
thickening before her face. Rajashri groaned in pleasure. She began to
caress them simultaneously, jerking and stroking their cocks, kissing and
licking them alternately. She began to suck them off, first taking one in
her mouth and then the other. They fucked her face by turn, jerking their
hips back and forth, moving her head back and forth before their groins. She
grew more and more frantic and took both cock-heads in her mouth and began
to lick and suck them together in a frenzy. The men groaned with delight.
She went down on her back on the grass, taking Pandu's cock in her mouth
with him kneeling over her face on all fours. He fucked her mouth deeply,
his hips bobbing up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, his head arched back. His companion lay on
his front on the grass and thrust his head into her crotch. Her hips jerked
as she felt his tongue swirl into her slit. She moaned deep in her
cock-filled throat and sucked harder still on Pandu's penis. Laxman's tongue
was thick and rough and heavy and she writhed ecstatically when he found her
clitoris and began to flick it with his tongue, sucking and nibbling it
gently. After several minutes, they exchanged positions.
She found it intensely exciting, having a different cock in her mouth within
minutes of the first, and another tongue in her cunt. She writhed and
thrashed on the sodden lawn as the rain streamed off their bodies. Pandu
slid his finger into her cunt and masturbated her.
She allowed them their pleasure. They took turns fucking her. Laxman fucked
her first, on her back, ramming his swollen cock hard into her cunt, making
her gasp and arch and claw at his smooth-skinned back. Pandu chuckled and
goaded his mate to fuck her harder. She whimpered and her legs wound tight
about Laxman's hips and she clenched his buttocks, trying to get more of his
cock into her. He began to ram-fuck her, smoothly hitting a rapid, reaming
rhythm that drove the breath from her throat and made her arch, her face
contorting with joy.
Laxman fucked her for several minutes, and then, without coming, yielded his
place to Pandu. Pandu took her astride his hips, impaling her on his upright
cock. She sank down onto it with a shuddering moan, and began to buck and
jerk in a frenzy on it. She called for Laxman to put his cock in her mouth
and he grinned and did so, fucking her face with pleasure as Pandu rammed
and thrust up hard into her cunt.
Then they took her by turns from behind, on all fours, her breasts swinging
as they thrust hard into her cunt, their cocks running in deep, burning and
throbbing inside her. Then she had them together, with one in her cunt and
the other in her mouth, and they kept changing position till she was giddy
with joy and uncaring about who fucked her or how. She came repeatedly.
They stepped back finally with her lying gasping and moaning on the grass.
The rain had eased and the air grew sultry and warm again.
"Now," Laxman said softly. "Now we fuck your cunt and ass together!"
This was heaven. She moaned with pure pleasure and turned on her side in
willing surrender to her servants' demand. Pandu lay behind her and lifted
her leg up high and pressed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed, then
yielded and he flexed his buttocks and his cock surged into her anus. She
cried out thinly, her face twisting in a rictus of pain and lust. Her breath
came in staccato, sharp, shrill gasps. Pandu moaned and began to rock and
jerk rapidly in and out of her anus, his hands crushing her breasts. Then
Laxman lay down in front of her and pressed his cock to her cunt. She
moaned, her hand between his legs, guiding it to her hole. Pandu slowed and
then paused, waiting for his companion.
Laxman slid his cock-head into her cunt. Rajashri almost fainted with
pleasure. Now she had two cock-heads, plugging both cunt and ass. Slowly,
the two men slid their hips forward and thrust their cocks into her
simultaneously. Rajashri's body twisted and her face contorted in agony and
ecstasy. Their cocks were big and hot and hard, separated now by the merest
membrane of flesh.
They began to fuck her butt and cunt together, groaning and gasping,
overwhelmed with excitement. Faster and faster they moved, the three bodies
astrive on the damp lawn, their cries sharp and loud in the still air. She
writhed and whined and thrashed between them and her cries were loud and
erotic. Their penises sawed into her cunt and ass together, running in
deeper and deeper. Rajashri began to orgasm. Laxman felt the burning bite of
her cunt on his cock and he gasped and rammed deep into her and shot his
load, his cock spurting hot wads of jizz into her cunt. Seconds later, Pandu
rocked deep into her and quivered and moaned and she felt the searing heat
of his gunk flooding her anus.
They split apart slowly and lay on the grass, the mistress with her
servants. She panted and moaned her cunt and ass burning, her chest heaving.
The men panted heavily. Whimpering, she got groggily to her knees and kissed
one and then the other. Gently, she took their cocks in her mouth by turn,
sucking them steadily till they were erect again. On one cock she tasted her
cunt, on the other her ass. It was divine. She sucked and sucked them till
they could hold back no more and each came in her mouth, spattering her face
and breasts and belly with their jizz, spuming gunk into her mouth and down
her throat.
She sat back and smiled gently at them and murmured her thanks. The men
ducked their heads with sudden shyness. They weren't used to being thanked.
They helped her to her feet and Pandu collected her clothes as they returned
to the house. In the living room, she kissed both of them with genuine
affection, her hand cupping their cocks.
"Thanks, guys," she said. "When you're down in Bombay next, come and stay
with me."
"Definitely," Pandu grinned. Laxman nodded.
They left her and she went up to her room to her bathe. The peons cleaned up
and dressed and hurried out to the car. Ramesh was waiting. He grinned.
"C'mon my heroes," he laughed. "I've got the hottest whores in town boiling
for our cocks!"
The peons whooped in glee and tumbled into Rajashri's car. Ramesh drove them
to Hedon & Venery's local branch, an elegant whorehouse in an enormous and
lavishly appointed bungalow not far away. The brothel occupied one corner of
a five-acre plot, superbly landscaped with many bushes and huge shady trees,
elegant wooden bridges over a clear stream carefully planned to look
naturally unplanned. There was a rookery and a Japanese garden, a swimming
pool with a floating bar, a gymnasium, tennis courts, rock pools, several
elegant pavilions and pergolas and gazebos. A high wall covered in vines and
ivy gave privacy without hemming in the grounds. They checked in and were
told that their room would be ready in half an hour. They were given drinks
and invited to stroll around the grounds and enjoy the sights. The three men
sauntered down the flagged paths, pausing occasionally to watch. Everywhere
there were men and women copulating openly. Every kind of sexual antic was
being attempted, some with startling success. In one quaint gazebo they came
upon a young sixteen-year old girl taking three  men simultaneously, in her
mouth, cunt and ass. They watched as she lay back on a man under her,  her
anus impaled on his cock while another slowly squeezed and pushed his
massive erection into her cunt and she sucked on a third's penis. They could
hear her moaning and gasping feverishly, her body writhing and thrashing as
the three bloated penises sawed in and out of each orifice. They watched for
several minutes and moved on. Crossing a bridge, they had to step past a
handsome youth slowly fucking another teenager who was on her feet, bent
over the handrail.
"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore, take it!" the youth cried. He couldn't have
been more than seventeen himself, but already he was a powerful lover.
Beneath him, the fair-skinned girl moaned and gasped, her lovely face turned
up, her heavy breasts jiggling and bouncing as she rocked and swung back and
forth under this thrusts, her buttocks writhing provocatively against his.
This was Ashwini, a girl Ramesh knew. As he came closer, she turned her face
and smiled thinly in acknowledgment. He grinned and nodded a greeting. She
was all of seventeen and she was a horny, excitable, erotic, hungry vixen.
There was no mistaking the naked, wanton lust on her face.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Ohhhh yes uhhh yes! Fuck me harder
uhhhhh yes! Ohhh ma uhhh ohma ohma ohma ohma uhhhhhh yes!"
The three men paused to watch her. The youth slowed his motions.
"Would you like to fuck her gentlemen?" he offered. "I can wait."
Pandu was tempted and started unbuckling his trousers, but Ramesh stopped
him with a dirty look.
"Thank you, sir, but no. We have our bookings waiting."
The boy nodded and continued fucking Ashwini. "Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.
Good night."
Ramesh turned to Pandu who wore a disappointed expression. "Listen, you
fucker," he said. "Understand this. You're here as Rajashri's guest.
Specifically. You don't have special privileges. The kid didn't know that
and he was only following rules when he offered the girl. Every guest has to
do that to anyone who comes and stands by in. Anyone who takes the offer is
asked to leave. It's an unspoken rule. Get it?"
Pandu looked abashed.
"And another thing, jock. You've only fucked in the lower grade. Now you're
with the cream of the lot, so behave. And keep all the jizz you can. With
the sluts I've ordered, believe me you're going to need it."
A man came jogging down the track and told them their room was ready. Ramesh
thanked him and they walked back, Ramesh forcing the two to look unconcerned
and casual when they wanted to rush.
"Show some class," he snapped. "You're not in your usual seedy dive."
He forced them to take their time, knowing that the sightings would inflame
their passion. They watched a lesbian pair writhing on the lawn and, by the
pool, two men locked in a homosexual embrace, a hugely endowed, powerfully
muscled man slowly sodomising a handsome, slender youth. Beneath a tree, a
young girl was rocking back and forth on her feet, sliding her anus up and
down the length of the penis of a man who leaned against its trunk and,
holding her slender waist, dragged her ass up and down his cock. Between
flowering shrubs, two women were fucking a handsome gigolo, one bucking
eagerly on his cock, the other on his face, the women leaning forward to
kiss and fondle each other.
"Seen enough?" Ramesh asked.
"Fuck yes," Pandu gasped.
"Let's go, guys," Ramesh said. "Our whores are a-waitin'!"
Half an hour later, all three men were groaning and gasping happily over the
luscious bodies of the best whores money could buy. Ramesh looked over his
shoulder at the other two. Laxman was grunting as he fucked a sexy young
thing from the rear, on all fours. The girl was sixteen and full bodied and
her heavy breasts jiggled and swung under his slow, heavy thrusts. Laxman
squeezed her pendulous breasts, crushing them in his hands. The girl
whimpered and swayed her buttocks erotically against his thighs, running it
back down his shaft. Laxman groaned his pleasure.
Across the room, Pandu was on his back with a slender young vixen of
seventeen bucking and rocking slowly on his cock in a deep squat. Ramesh
knew she was a young college student, who did this as much for the money as
for the pleasure. He had fucked her himself. She was very good. He watched
as she put her hands on her hips and swung them round erotically, churning
her cunt with Pandu's penis. The peon groaned and squeezed her swollen
breasts. She arched her long neck, and her lovely face creased in pleasure.
Ramesh grinned and turned his attention back to the svelte, dark young girl
whimpering eagerly under him. Another college student, desperate for money
and sex. He flexed his buttocks and thrust hard into her, making her gasp
and cry out, her body arching and bowing taut beneath his. Her cunt cramped
on his cock like a vise. He groaned and rammed into her again. Arching his
head, closing his eyes, he thought of Rajashri, and rammed his cock into the
cunt of the sexy teenager thrashing under him. She gasped and cried out, her
face twisting and contorting in unfaked desire. He bent his head and kissed
her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and arched her body
under his, her fingers digging into his powerful shoulders.
"Ohhh god yes!" she gasped, her tongue in his ear, her breasts hot and hard
under his chest, the fleshy mounds scraping on his skin as he rocked back
and forth, up and down. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard!"