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Copyright 1996-97,

Mary Jorsay Gandmar

<maryjg@finebody.com>

::: e n c o u n t e r :::

IN TUITION

Part 2

Anand has the phone clipped to his ear. His knuckles whiten. His

ears burn. She's fucking someone! The bitch! All this time she's

talking to him and arranging to have dinner with him and she's

fucking someone! The fucking whore! He knows, of course, that she

fucks around, she's never hidden the fact that she has lovers,

never given him reason to believe he's the first or the only one

but she's never done anything like this. Not openly, no. And then,

to his surprise, his cock pops up and strains at his trousers. She

sounds so damned sexy and he can just see her, whimpering and

gasping and writhing with the guy, the guy he doesn't know and

can't see, just like she does with him. Oh fuck, he can see her

now, what she must be doing, her hot cunt on the big, long cock,

her body jerking and writhing.

"C'mon ... take it! Take it, whore!" he hears the man gasp and is

stunned. The voice is rough, the words vernacular, the accent

low-bred. Who the shit is she fucking?

"C'mon you fucking whore! Take my cock ... yeh ... that's it ...

oh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes! Take it! Yeh ... that's it!" the man
goes.

"Oh yes ... yes, Barku, yes ... fuck me!" she gasps. "Fuck me

harder uhhhhhh yes oh god yes that's it ... c'mon lover ... shove

it in ahhhhhhh uhhh yes ... oh god that's it yes ... oh fuck your

cock's so big ... stick it in, baby ... shove it right up ohh yeh!

God you peons are so good for me! You fuck me so well!"

A peon! She's fucking a bloody peon! Anand screams into the phone

hello hello hello and all he hears is her, her, Shirlyn, and her

lover, the peon, the peon laughing in delight. And then there's a

soft click and the line goes dead.

That night, after a strained dinner, they go back to her little

flat and Anand fucks her like a demon. She says nothing about the

afternoon and he doesn't ask, just bends her body under his,

forcing himself into her again and again with a savage madness.

She takes it all, everything he gives her, without protest, just

gasping and moaning desperately as he pillages her flesh.

When he's done at last, the insane jealousy and crazed lust have

ebbed. She snuggles up against him, fondling his cock. Her breasts
are hot and fleshy against his hard chest. His cock stirs. She

traces the contours of his body with her fingertip. Like his

brother, Anand is muscular and handsome and his cock is big and

thick, about seven inches long limp, over eight inches in full

tumescence and correspondingly thick. He's good in bed, has power

and stamina. Her body still tingles from his rough handling of

her, which she actually rather enjoyed.

"Feeling better?" she murmurs, her tongue in his ear.

"You're a whore."

"Mm. I like being fucked."

"Even by a peon."

"It turned you on, didn't it?"

He's silent, because it's the truth. She smiles.

"You should have seen us," she said. "He fucked me so well and for

so long. I really loved it."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

She slides over him, kisses him, his cock is hardening quickly and

she lifts her hips and slips her cunt down on it. He gasps. She

kisses him again, pushes her tongue into his mouth.

"How he fucked me," she goes on. "He's got this big cock, really

big and thick, and he shoved it right into my slit ... just the

way I like being fucked ... nice and hard ... ramming it in ...

and then he fucked my ass, too ..."

Anand's face twists in rage. He jerks her cunt down on his cock,

rolls her over on her back and begins ram-fucking her furiously,

pounding in and out of her flesh. She gasps and cries out, her

body whipping and jerking under his, her hips crashing against

his, her cunt convulsing frantically on his throbbing, pistoning

penis. He fucks her and fucks her and fucks her till he's drained.

At last he lets her go and sinks down on the bed.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his face stricken. "I shouldn't have done

that, said all those things."

She kisses him tenderly. He's not a bad sort, really, and it's a

difficult situation for any guy. He's taken it better than most.

Manish afloat again. It's even worse today. He just can't keep his

eyes off her. She's wearing a *sari* this time, six yards of the

traditional Indian garment that can be worn so it looks dowdy or

so it looks outrageously sexy. She only knows the second, of

course. She couldn't look dowdy if she tried. It clings to her

curves and shows the full, heavy weight of her breasts under her

tight blouse, her flat belly, her slender hips and legs. The neck

of the blouse is low, low, low and he can see her cleavage winking

temptingly at him, the gold chain nestling in the valley,

vanishing into the squeezed fold between those luscious, ripe

mounds. In profile, he can see her breasts straining at the tight

blouse and wants so much, so much to run his hands along it and

then to cup her breasts. There's this sexy little *bindi*, a

vermilion dot, in the middle of her forehead, and her hair is

coiled up high on top of her head and accents the lovely line of

her neck and throat. He looks at her and drowns in her brown eyes,

rimmed with kohl, their colour and warmth accentuated by the

burgundy gold of her spectacles. She looks at him and sighs.

"Oh well, Manish. This really isn't working for you, is it?" she

murmurs.

He looks down glumly. He can't seem to understand a word of what

she's saying or wanting him to read, not a word, it's all just a

crazed jumble of letters and drawings and it's only geography. All

he wants is her, her body, her lovely, lovely body. He sees how

her breast rests on the edge of the table and can't take his eyes

off it. She smiles gently at him over the rim of her spectacles

and points to his biology book.

"Let's try that, shall we? The chapter we were doing yesterday?"

Manish's eyes brighten. This he can look at. He gets the book and

flips open to the page. She starts talking again, and now it's

more of the same and also a diagram of breasts, mammaries, and

nipples, and aureoles. The chapter ends. He wants to do it all

over again. She looks at him, taking off her spectacles.

"You know Manish, there's such a lot about this they don't tell

you in the books. Stuff you should know."

He stares at her. What's she talking about?

"I mean, there's more to reproduction than that. And there's more

to that than reproduction. Much more."

What? What?

Her smile broadens. She has such a cute mouth.

"You have a paper in practicals, too, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah, yes. Chem. And Physics."

"Not bio?"

"Yeah, a bit. Cutting up frogs and such."

"Nothing else?"

"Um, no, no I don't think so."

"Not in this chapter?" She points to the book.

He looks down, looks at her, looks down, at her again, shakes his

head.

"Well," she says, getting up. "They should. At least I think so."

What? He looks at her. Where's she going? It isn't time yet.

"Where's your video?" She's rummaging in her purse on a sofa.

"What?"

"Your video. Where is it?" She straightens, holding a cassette.

"I've got something you should see. It might help you understand

better."

"Um, in my room. I ... I was watching a film before. Took the

trolley in."

"Very well. I'm leaving now. I know it's a bit early, but I want

you to spend the rest of the time watching this. It will teach you

several things, which I want you to remember. We'll go over them

tomorrow when I return. Okay?"

What can he say? He doesn't want her to go, but he can't tell her

that. She gives him the cassette, smiles, and he sees her out.

When she's gone, he feels lonely and empty. He shuffles back to

his bedroom. It has typical teenage clutter, weights, music,

magazines, Samantha Fox and Madonna battling boobs and thighs on

the wall, another of a couple of luscious Indian film stars in

erotic poses, showing quite a lot. He doesn't know it then, of

course, but these film-stars, they're graduates of the same

whore-school Shirlyn's at and often come back to do time. He

pushes the tape into the video machine and rewinds. His back is to

her. He presses the play button.

It's a porn-film, of course, one of the Hedon & Venery's typically

steamy numbers. This one's a real teaser, styled as a sex-ed

cassette, with a fairly innocuous title. It begins without

pretension, the credits rolling with soft, unremarkable music.

Then the screen fades out.

The fade in shows Shirlyn in a white coat at a desk in a clinic,

lots of charts and medical equipment around. She smiles at the

camera. She's very lovely, wearing a *sari*, her eyes lined with

*kajal*, a *bindi* on her forehead, a stethoscope around her neck.

She has her spectacles on and the gold chain around her neck that

he finds so sexy against her flawless golden skin. Her hair is up

in a bun.

"Hello, and welcome. My name is Shirlyn and I am a doctor. A

special kind of doctor."

She gets up and moves around the desk. The camera follows her. Her

body looks terrific, slender and curved like an hourglass.

"Many of you must be wondering what this film is about and why we

need it all. Let me explain. My colleagues at the Institute for

Advanced Studies and I have recently completed a comprehensive

study and survey of sexual attitudes in middle-class adolescents.

Among our several findings is that a large proportion of

adolescents are frequently ill-informed about adult sexual

behaviour. Perhaps this is the result of a certain social

pressure, perhaps there are other reasons. But we believe that it

is important that adolescents understand more fully what remains

mankind's most basic and vital need. The need for sex."

She levers herself off the desk and goes around the room. "Now

most of you must have seen charts like these." She points to

several diagrams, clinical dissections of the anatomy. The camera
closes in on a penis and a vagina in cross-section. "These

diagrams certainly tell you about the anatomical aspects of our

organs. But what they do not tell you is this."

She points to another picture. The camera closes in on it. Manish

gasps. It's in lurid detail, full, pinsharp colour, shows a cock

entering a cunt from behind, the thick shaft half-in, half-out of

the cunt, swallowed by the curve of a luscious, creamy buttock.

"Yes. What we are taught in schools and colleges does not include

this. Certainly you are told what goes where. But never are you

told how or why or what makes it so important and special. That is

what this film will show."

Music overlays the soundtrack, the camera retreats from the

picture and Manish's jaw drops, it's a picture of the Shirlyn

herself, on her front, wearing only her white coat and jewelry and

stethoscope and spectacles and nothing else. She's on her forearms

and knees and her face is turned to the camera, a vision of lust,

the eyes half closed, the mouth open in a wide 'O', while,

kneeling behind her, a huge, immensely muscular, devastatingly

handsome young man squeezes his cock into her cunt. His face is

flung back and twisted in pleasure. His fingers are dug into the

soft flesh of her hips and waist. The white coat is pushed up to

her armpits and her breasts hang heavy, swollen, pendulous, the

necklace and stethoscope dangling, her nipples rigid and stiff

like little nuts. The black cord of her spectacles hang around her

long neck. The camera lingers on the picture, and slowly moves in

to a close-up of her face, then her breasts, then returns to her

cunt and his cock. Manish gapes at it and then it dissolves into

another shot of Shirlyn in close-up. She's smiling at the camera
and her eyes are dark brown and lively, light by a strange kind of

fire. Manish groans and unbuttons his shirt, drops his jeans,

begins masturbating slowly.

"Yes, this is what they don't tell us in schools and colleges. How

to have sex so that it is enjoyable. That we can have sex without

wanting to 'reproduce'. That sex is more than an act of

procreation. What we will show you is what they don't show you:

sex as fun. Sex as recreation, not just procreation."

Her smile widens. "First of all, you must remember that words like

'sex', 'penis' and 'vagina' have little or no importance during

coitus. These words are sterile and clinical and they do not

convey emotion. In this film, we will not use such words. Instead,

we will use the words with which you are familiar, but have been

told to avoid: words like 'fucking' and 'cock' and 'prick' and

'cunt' and 'slit' and 'pussy'. We will also use other words as

love-calls which are an essential part of fucking. Words like

'whore' and 'bitch' and 'slut', 'bastard' and 'mother-fucker'. You

will find that these words definitely add to the feeling of

pleasure and are in themselves exciting."

Manish has an erection. He's rivetted. The camera draws back and

there's a man standing with Shirlyn, a tall, strapping, handsome,

muscular man, dark and very macho, dressed in jeans and an open

shirt with the sleeves rolled up his broad, sinewy forearms. The

shirt has several buttons open and Manish can see that he has a

powerful torso, broad shoulders, a deep, cleaved chest, a flat

hard belly. The torso is hairless, dark, smooth. His hips are high

and narrow and his waist is trim. He has long strong legs and

arms, bulging with muscle. His face is rugged and handsome with a

square jaw and sexy cleft in his chin, deep eyes, a strong nose

and dark hair swept back. His mouth is wide and lean-lipped,

almost cruel, but oddly sensual nonetheless. Shirlyn is talking.

"If we were to carry on talking," she smiles, "we would be no

better than those useless text-books. Instead, we are going to

give you a live demonstration. Hari has very kindly agreed to help

me. He will fuck me."

Manish gasps. Hari nods at the camera and smiles. Shirlyn goes on.

"We strongly recommend that, if you are a virgin, male or female,

you follow what we do. After all, the best way to learn is by

emulation ..."

The screen dissolves. Soft, pulsating music with the slow fade in

and the screen shows Shirlyn and the man kissing. She has taken

off her glasses. They are kissing deeply and sexily, their tongues

darting in and out of each other's mouths. Now there is only a

voice-over with faint, pulsating music in the background.

"First," Shirlyn's voice on the tape, "the initial embrace and

kiss and caresses. This kind of kissing, commonly called 'French

kissing', is very erotic. Notice how Hari and I use our tongues,

suck each other's lips. Meanwhile, our bodies press together and

our hands and fingers stroke each other. Hari caresses my face and

neck -- that is very arousing -- my arms and hips and buttocks. I

stroke his face and arms and torso, which is very sexy and

appealing."

The kiss breaks. They begin to strip each other. Somehow, they

manage it so that her *sari* comes off without her getting out of

the white coat. He unbuttons her blouse, pulls it open. Manish

moans. Her breasts are lovely, lovelier than he'd imagined, full

and high and succulent like juicy fruit, with bright aureoles

surrounding long, stiff nipples. The man squeezes her breasts,

pinches her nipples. Shirlyn moans thickly and arches her back,

her face suffused with joy.

"Fondling my breasts is extremely arousing. I can feel my tits
swell and grow hard with excitement. My nipples, as you see,

stiffen and harden and when Hari pinches them, exquisite little

ribbons of lust flicker through my body and make me hotter still.

I am very randy now and my cunt is already getting wet."

The camera cuts to a shot of her crotch. Manish stares. It is

beautiful. The little curved mound, covered in a dark delta of

soft pubic hair and, as the camera closes in further, he sees the

little dewdrops of cunt-juice beading her cunt-fuzz.

"You will see my cunt in greater detail a little later," Shirlyn's

voice-over reassures him. "For now, I want to suck Hari's cock."

Cuts to a close-up of her sucking the man's cock. Manish gasps,

moans. The cock is huge, hot and dark and thick and long. She

jerks it in her fist, her mouth open wide, her eyes half-closed,

her head rocking back and forth, her tongue swirling lasciviously

around the bulging cock-head, her face distending with its size

when she takes it in her mouth.

"Yes!" the man gasps. "Oh fuck yes! C'mon ... suck it, bitch! Suck

my cock! Ohhh yes ... suck it harder, whore! Ohhh yes! That's it!"

His voice and the music recede, yielding to her voice-over.

"Sucking cock, giving head, eating meat, or, as the text-books

call it, fellatio, is a very effective way of arousing a man.

There is no doubt about the fact that all men enjoy it. What is

less well known, but equally true, is that women enjoy it, too.

For instance, I love the taste and smell of a good, hard big cock
fucking my mouth. It's very sexy and a major turn-on."

The camera draws back. Shows her on her knees sucking his cock.

He's holding her head and moving it to and fro, pumping his hips

back and forth at her face. With her free hand, she's fondling her

breasts, thrusting a hand into her crotch, masturbating. The

camera cuts swiftly to shots of her hand crushing her breasts, her

slender fingers tensed and curled around the flesh mounds,

plucking the stiff nipples in her fingertips, her finger sliding

down her crack, pressing hard, curling and vanishing inward.

Manish groans, pumping his erection in his fist.

"Also, there is no need for anxiety about taking jizz in your

mouth. In fact, I recommend you try it. It tastes heavenly!"

The man gasps. Shirlyn opens her mouth under the cock, jerking it

furiously and he explodes. jizz shoots from his cock-head and

spurts into her open mouth, flooding it, overflowing and dribbling

down her cheeks and chin, showering her face and breasts. She

swallows the seed in her mouth and takes his cock between her lips

again. The shot fades slowly.

"Cunnilingus."

The shot fades in to one of Shirlyn on her back on the edge of a

bed, her legs spread wide, the man crouched between her thighs,

his face buried in her cunt.

"Also known as licking slit or cunt. Eating pussy."

The man's tongue jabs into her cunt and the camera shows her slit

in detail, her cunt-lips pulled wide in his fingers, exposing the

soft, moist, pink flesh within, the hard stem of her clitoris.

"This is undoubtedly one of the most pleasurable feelings for any

woman. The touch of thick, warm, heavy tongue in my slit is one I

can never get enough of. And Hari is exceptionally good at licking

my cunt."

On screen, Shirlyn's hips writhing and bucking up and down. Her

head flipping from side to side, her face a mask of passion and

excitement, her eyes shut, her mouth wide open. Her hands

squeezing her breasts in excitement, clenching his head, moving it

round and round between her thighs. Close-up of his tongue in her

cunt, thick and spade-shaped, darting in and out, delving deep,

twisting and sharpening to a point, flicking wildly, then slowly

running up and down her slit, her groans getting louder. His

finger stabbing in and his tongue and finger both working her cunt
simultaneously. Shirlyn going wild on the bed, her body heaving

and writhing.

"When both finger and tongue are used simultaneously, the pleasure

is considerably heightened. At this stage, many women lose control

and begin to orgasm. We recommend that this be avoided. One way to

do this is to pause in the tongue- and finger-fucking and to take

several breaths deeply, in and out. This slows down the body's

accelerated rhythm. Also, try and move your mind away to something

else, something unerotic. Mathematics often works. Then the

cunnilingus and masturbation should be resumed. If this is

repeated often enough, the women gets frantic, her orgasm

tantalisingly out of reach."

Shirlyn going berserk on the bed, moaning and gasping like a

whore.

"Yes! Oh god yes, Hari, yes! Ohhhh uhhh yes, baby, yes ... oh god

that's so good ... keep licking my slit, lover! Ohhhh yes ...

that's it ... shove your tongue right into my cunt, lover ...

ahhhhh uhhh yes ... ohhh yes that's it ... yeh ... shove your

finger in, too, baby ... ohma uhhh yes!"

Manish is dazed, numb. He can't take his eyes off the screen.

"The famous sixty-nine. Truly, this is one of the most satisfying

positions. The woman sucks cock, the man licks slit. The relative

positions of each do not much matter. It can even be done lying on

side."

Shirlyn and Hari in a sixty-nine, her on top, her head rocking up

and down over his lap, her hips grinding on his face, then him on

top, his hips bucking and bouncing over her face and then side by

side, head to toe, her mouth filled with his cock, his tongue

working her slit.

"All this, and more, is called foreplay. There are other means of

stimulation, of course, which we will show you in detail in future

episodes. For now, a few glimpses must suffice ... rimming ...

licking ass ..."

It's just getting worse for Manish. His balls are aching and

there's a twist in his gut. There's a shot of Shirlyn on her front

again, bent low, and the man behind her moving his head up and

down at her buttocks, his tongue out.

"Ohhhhh uhhhh yes ... mm, that's good yes!"

A close-up of his thick, long tongue swirling over her puckered

anus. Then a shot of her doing it to him as he lies on his front

and lifts his buttocks, his cock erect and throbbing, her bright

pointed tongue rapping at his asshole.

"Sucking tits ..."

Shirlyn on her back, moaning and gasping, her body arched, the man
tugging at one nipple with his teeth, whipping it with his tongue,

drawing in the luscious mound of her breast and sucking it

greedily.

"Frigging with a sexual aid ... a dildo, or a vibrator ..."

Shirlyn on her back masturbating with a long, thick dildo, her

legs spread, her body jerking and writhing as she rocks it in and

out of her cunt.

"But we must get on. Get on to actual fucking. The real thing."

The shot cuts to one of her on her back, her legs spread, the man
bent over her on his knees and outstretched arms. She's clenching

his arms. His cock is at her cunt-lips. He pauses and then slowly

pushes his hips downward, flexes his buttocks. His cock crushes

into her cunt. She gasps and cries out, biting her lower lip,

arching her body, lifting her hips to his.

"Mm ... ohhhhh yes, Hari, yes! Oh god yes! That's so good, baby!

Yes! C'mon ... shove it in! Ahhhhh uhhhh yes! That's it!"

On tape. "Fucking. One of the most glorious and exquisitely

pleasing activities known to man. One of the most primal and basic

pleasures of the human body. The only limit to the ways of fucking

is your imagination. Nothing should be distasteful. Any position

you enjoy is acceptable. This, of course, is the legendary

missionary position."

On screen, the man is fucking her slowly and heavily, rocking his

cock in and out of her cunt. Close-up of his cock, glistening with

their coital juices, going in and out, in and out, appearing and

disappearing into her cunt, his hips rising and falling, hers too,

their loins grinding and writhing together and, on the tape, her

voice, and his, filled with delight, calling in obscene eagerness.

"Yes! Ohhh yes, Hari, yes! Fuck me ... ohhhhh uhhhh yes ... c'mon

... fuck me harder! Do it! Do it, lover! Shove your cock into my

cunt ... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... oh god yes! That's it! Ohhhh yes! Oh

ma uhhh yes!"

And he. "C'mon ... oh uh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore ...

take it! Oh fuck yes ... take it, bitch ... take my cock ... oh

fuck yes!"

The camera snaps to a mid-shot, showing them fully, the man's hips

bobbing and bouncing up and down over her heaving hips. Her body

snaps with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing, she squeezes them,

her face flips from side to side radiant with pleasure, nostrils

flared, eyes closed, mouth open.

And the shot cuts to another of him taking her from behind. This

is the shot from the first picture, her stethoscope and necklace

dangling, her spectacles perched on her slender nose, her white

coat pushed up. She's on her forearms and knees and he's kneeling

behind her, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

"This is one of the most pleasurable positions. It affords

exceptionally deep access for a cock into a cunt. It is called the

rear-entry position or, more colloquially, being fucked from

behind, doggie-style."

On screen, Shirlyn whimpers and moans, rocking back and forth

under him, her breasts and necklace jiggling and tossing. The man
grips her hips and moves her body to and fro under his to suit his

pleasure. His cock appears and disappears between the curves of

her buttocks, glistening and gleaming as it pistons in and out.

Manish can hear it squelching and Hari's thighs slapping softly at

her buttocks. His balls are big, his cock is huge. Shirlyn is

going wild.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh ma uhhh yes, Hari, yes ... do it, lover ... fuck

me ... oh god yes ... that feels so good! Yes! Ohhhhh uhhh yes!"

"C'mon ... take it! C'mon whore ... take my cock!" the man cries.

Shirlyn hisses in pleasure, turns her face over her shoulder as

she rocks and lurches under him, arches her tongue over her upper

lip. The man leans forward over her slender back and kisses her

sexily, flipping his tongue in and out of her mouth while her

buttocks writhe against his crotch and his cock pistons steadily

in and out of her cunt, his hips bucking up and down rhythmically.

Manish whimpers, his erection burning, wanting it to be him. The

camera roves their bodies lovingly, lingering in shots of her

breasts jiggling and bouncing, on her face, twisted and suffused

with a radiance of joy, on his mammoth cock grinding down into her

cunt, scrunching and crushing into her cunt-flesh.

"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... take it ... take it, whore, take it!"

Hari groans.

His rich, gravelly voice on tape. "For men," he says, "there is

little that is more satisfying than the feeling of a hot, tight,

wet, soft cunt on a throbbing erection. It is a unique pleasure,

unlike any other."

Another cut and now she's astride him, kneeling upright on his

lap, jigging and bouncing up and down. Her gold necklace tosses

and jumps on her skin, and her breasts bounce and she slides her

hands up and squeezes them, pinching her rigid nipples.

"Yes! Ohh god yes! Ohh that feels so good, Hari! God your cock's

so good in my cunt ... ohhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes!"

The camera shows them gasping and rocking and, from behind, shows

her buttocks bouncing off his strong thighs, shows her cunt
gobbling his cock, sliding up its length, crashing down again, her

buttocks flexing and unflexing, her cunt wet and open, her anus

winking temptingly at the lens. The camera swivels smoothly around

to the front again and slowly begins to close in on her face.

Shirlyn slows and looks into the camera.

"So," she says breathlessly. "As you have seen, there is much more

to sex than reproduction. There is pleasure and there is joy. But

what we have shown you is merely the beginning, the very basics.

In the next film, we explore further, and look at some of the

different ways to heighten your enjoyment. We will also show you

the wonders of orgasm ...'

Quick cuts show an ejaculating cock, spurting over a cunt, over

buttocks, over breasts and her face.

"Sodomy or, butt-fucking ..."

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