Ramola And The Gardener SeXStoRY

visit on www.papahaxx.com to see real porn stories like these and newly updates sex gallery videos etc Mr. Satish Reddy 47 years of age was popular as a Granite King. He owned quite a few quarries in Southern Andhra Pradesh. His quarries yielded best quality of Granite which was exported world wide. He lived in a majestic Bunglow in the peaceful locality of Srinagar Colony in Hyderabad with his 43 years old wife Mamta Reddy and 20 years old son Jagan Reddy. It was first of week of January 2006. His 22 year old daughter Ramola had joined them a couple of days ago. Ramola was doing her Masters at Alabama University- USA and has come down to Hyderabad to be with her parents for the forthcoming Sankranti Festival. Ramola was about 5'-6", was tall and very fair like her mother with very sharp features. She was not skinny like most of other girls of her age. Ramola hated hair anywhere on her body except her head. She had beautiful shoulder length hair which she had recently dyed to golden colour. She did regular workouts and had a very beautiful figure of 36-28-36. Her boobs were firm and even when restrained under an expensive bra they declared there prominent presence. Her deep cleavage showing between her large, firm, white breasts to the taper of her slender waist and the rounded outward curve of her luscious hips that sloped to her long full-swelling thighs and, lower, to her well-formed calves and ankles.... Hell, yes, she was absolutely mouth-watering to look at!. She had beautiful and shapely legs and her regular work-outs added beauty to her ample thighs. Her ass was round and fleshy. Her walk was graceful like a model's walk on the ramp. Arrogance was Ramola's nature. She knew very well that she was very beautiful and rich. These facts made her more haughty and rude. She always preferred to have friends who belonged to her class. She hated poor and middle class. Ramola noticed that her father had newly employed a Gardener who was filthy, completely bald and about Fifty years old. She loathingly asked her Mother who this dirty old man was and why he was allowed to work in their Bunglow. Ramola was informed that this was his Fathers choice from his native village and was working at heir place since a year. This Gardener – whose name was Akbar was like an a****l. About 6 feet tall, dark complexion, almost bear like hairy body, big tummy and yellow stained teeth. He was a half-wit who was well-trained and obedient but too stupid to observe certain formalities. Always wearing a sweat drenched filthy torn banian and lungi …he rarely talked and was always busy in the garden attending the trees and lawn. It was two days after her arrival. Ramola was examining a White Rose in the garden. Akbar was working nearby. Ramola was wearing a tight jeans and a short top. She had not noticed Akbar's presence. She was busy fondling the Rose buds. Accidentally when her eyes fell on Akbar. She was shocked. Akbar was barely few inches from her. She noticed that the bald gardener was examining her and his eyes were locked on her crotch and his nostrils were quivering as his deep-set eyes hungrily scanned the girl's curvaceous limbs. Ramola was stunned. Akbar immedaitley got up and rushed towards his quarters without uttering a word. A second after he was gone, the lovely distressed girl slumped down limply with her back against the trunk of a neem tree, shaking so violently that she was barely able to support her own weight with her legs. Gradually, re-gathering her senses little by little, relief from being alone again coming over her, she began to relax and breathe normally. It was a day later. Bholu the male-servant has excused himself for a day off. Ramola's mother, instructed Akbar to clean the Master bedroom and re-arrange all her clothes in the wardrobes . The Master Bedroom was adjacent to Ramola's room. Ramola had just finished her bath and was in her room drying her hairs with a hair dryer. She had only a towel wrapped around her chest. She was engrossed in her thoughts when a husky male groan shook her.Good heavens, who could be in there at this time of day? she wondered. What was going on? Ramola straightened up bravely and walked slowly toward the door. When she was a mere six or seven steps from her destination, she heard an even louder groan. My God, someone is hurt in there in her Parents Bedroom, she thought, her first reaction naturally being to rush forward and throw open the door as fast as she possibly could. As she reached forward to grasp the handle on the door, the sound of a low menacing a****l growl reached her ears and caused her to freeze again. She stood there for an endless moment, wondering what she could do as she listened for more sounds with every ounce of her concentration, her eyes glued to the floor. Gradually, she was able to make out noises beyond the door even though her own heart was thumping so loudly that it was difficult at first. She could hear heavy rushed breathing punctuated by occasional grunts and moans of what almost sounded like passion. But that could not be, she reasoned, for everyone was supposed to be downstairs. Her whole body tensed automatically as a nearby male groan suddenly erupted again inside the room. This one came from only a few feet away from where she stood, petrified, her lovely white teeth chattering slightly from the fright and incapacitating confusion she felt. Her heart stopped and she hardly dared to breathe as the closest male groan resounded in her ears again. Finally, curiosity got the best of her and she slowly lifted her eyes from the floor to see if she could catch a glimpse of the source of the sound. As her eyes adjusted to the brighter light that streamed into her face from the next room, she was able to make out a tall male form standing beyond the partly open door to her right. She blinked several times to clear her vision and sharpen into focus the hulking form which stood in towering profile only slightly over a yard from her own position. The color in Ramola's face ebbed suddenly as she sucked in her breath in horror! She saw that it was Akbar, the bald, half-wit filthy Gardener. He was standing there in front of her completely naked and holding his enormous rigid penis tightly with both hands. The long hard shaft of male flesh looked almost as thick as a young tree trunk and glistened all along its jutting length. It was incredible! she knew that … she had seen photographs of other naked men with erections in the illustrated marriage manual that her friends had shown her in the Campus. She had studied the text and pictures carefully, she was able to remember the manual's statement that "... the average male sex organ ranges from five to seven inches when in a state of erection." Oh God , she gasped, Akbar was certainly not average! His huge protruding member was at least eight inches long, maybe more, and even his large hands could barely encircle its pulsing heavily-veined girth. She saw that the bald moron's eyes were glazed as he stroked the long hard penis up and down in lewd rhythmic time. She saw her Mother's used clothes hamper was lying at Akbar's feet. Her Mother's used panties and bras were lying s**ttered on floor. Akbar had one of her Mother's used panty in his hand, he was sniffing the crotch part of the panty and was also sucking the crotch area of the panty ferociously. Occasionally Akbar stroked his cock by wrapping it with her mother - Mamta's Panty. Ramola was frozen. Akbar was so close to her that she was afraid to even breathe for fear he might hear her. She stood there shaking from head to foot, her feet cemented to the carpeted floor, watching in horrified fascination as the servant's circumcised penis being stroked rapidly up and down the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view, like a giant monster crawling from a secret lair, with each hard down stroke that he made with his hands. She was close enough so that she could see that it was wet on the top from the white, sticky lubricating fluid beginning to ooze forth from it. Akbar's breath sounded thick and heavy now and she could see thin white flecks of spittle joining each other to grow heavy and run down from his lips as he stared like a man in a trance at the bed just out of her view. His penis frightened her so much. She was seeing one for the first time. It was monstrous and she could not even imagine having something that big inside her.... My Lord, such a massive thing would ruin her for life if she ever tried to take it between her legs! Then, in her dazed state, the lovely girl thought she saw an almost imperceptible flick of the shiny-headed man's beady eyes toward the spot where she stood. What if he should turn a little and discover her watching him? How on earth could she possibly explain the fact that she had been caught spying on the idiot as he obscenely masturbated himself? No one would ever believe her when she tried to tell how she had been a victim of circumstances and had seen Akbar only by accident. Ramola heaved a soundless sigh of relief when she saw him turn slightly away in fits of passion. As the tempo of Akbar's groans increased, she had to admit that her curiosity to know what was going on had been piqued to an almost maddeningly intense desire to chance a look in for herself. At last it became too much for her and she moved cautiously backward out of Akbar's range of vision to lean against the wall a few inches from the stationary frame of the doorway. Then, leaning forward, the girl placed her fingertips against the door itself and gently eased it forward until Akbar came into view by degrees. Her whole body was shaking violently and the fear she felt made it almost impossible to draw air into her lungs without feeling nauseous. Ramola's own desire had finally overcome her principles, her aversion towards people not belonging to her class. Her hand had probed under the hem of the towel and the elastic top of her panties, her fingers sliding along her warmly moistened vaginal slit and coming to rest on the erectly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Now she began to rock gently with silent pleasure as she massaged herself, sending rapturous flutters of sensation through her belly that seemed to branch out and touch every inch of her physical being. She was so totally absorbed in what she was doing that she was oblivious to everything around her and did not sense the shadowy hulking form moving stealthily up behind her. It remained motionless then for a long moment, hovering within a foot of the girl's slender shoulder. Suddenly it moved with lightning speed. "Oh!" Ramola cried out in fright, cringing away from the strong wiry hand holding her arm in a powerful vice-like grip. She was caught completely off guard and had to gulp to recapture her breath as she quickly withdrew her hand from beneath her towel. The spell was shattered, the rising flame of her passion suddenly snuffed out, and she could only stand there quaking with terror from head to foot. Gradually, the hand loosened its painful grasp enough so that she was able to straighten up and relieve the pressure where her right shoulder was crushed against the frame of the doorway. It helped her breathing a little and she began to wonder who was behind her. Slowly, she turned her head back and saw with horror that it was the bald simpleton, Akbar . The tall, grotesquely ugly servant was still stark naked and his nostrils were twitching with excitement, just as they always did when she was present, as though he were some kind of wild a****l catching the addening scent of a bitch in heat. There was a weird twisted grin on his moronic face as he raked the lovely girl's trembling young body with his hungrily-shining eyes. She dropped her own eyes to avoid his and saw with a rush of panic that Akbar's gigantic penis was standing out even further from his sinewy loins than before. What was worse, she could see the tremendous cock growing longer and harder even as she stared at it, its thick bl**d-engorged head throbbing mightily as occasional droplets of semen oozed from the eye-like hole at the end and dropped down in gleaming white strings to the carpet below. She looked down lower then and caught sight of the huge testicles sagging between his hairy legs like fleshy sacs heavily weighted with balls of lead. My God, she thought, they were as big as baseballs! It was the first time she had seen them. The huge-sized spheres had not been in clear view when she had watched the idiot masturbating himself just inside the other bedroom awhile ago. "It's big, ain't it?" Akbar snickered lewdly, his normally dull eyes sparkling a little as he pointed down with one finger at his abnormally large cock. Ramola could not answer or even object to the obscene question as she felt her cheeks flush to a burning crimson with the realization that he had seen her looking down at his genitalia. Oh no, she groaned to herself, wave after wave of humiliation and shame washing over her, making her wish with all her strength that she could magically vanish from the room. Not only had the half-wit caught her red-handed in the act of masturbating herself as she was spying on him, now he knew that she had been staring openly at his rigid penis and the sperm-filled testicles hanging down below! She had never been so horribly embarrassed and overwhelmed with guilt in her life! "Okay, let's go," her naked captor grunted, his ugly face split by a satisfied grin as he tilted his head toward the interior of the next bedroom. A spasm of fear traveled through her, suddenly replacing her other emotions, when she realized what he intended to do with her. Akbar nudged her rudely with his shoulder, scowling to show his impatience with her as he tilted his head again toward the entranceway to the other room, indicating that she should step through the doorway in front of him. "No, please! I can't go in with you right now.... she whispered in protest, hoping to bluff the weak-minded servant. The tall gangling nitwit's narrow brow furrowed as his dim mind tried to grapple with what she had said. Little by little, though, the puzzled expression on his face changed and slowly hardened, a glint of ominous malevolence lighting his beady rat-like eyes. Ramola knew that her strategy had failed when she saw that Akbar was glaring at her in such a hateful way, the sullen anger in his face causing her to fear that he might ball his free hand into a fist and smash it into her face at any moment. She winced with pain as he cruelly tightened his iron-like grip on her arm, bruising her flesh, and then pushed her roughly through the doorway between the two bedrooms. Akbar held her in front of him at arm's length as they walked across the room, the beautiful Ramola's heart pounding fiercely in her throat as they approached the bed. Ramola throttled the panicky impulse she had to escape by trying to twist away from him and then run back through the master bedroom to the stairway. Actually, she felt almost thankful that the brute's hand was locked so solidly on her arm, for her legs were so wobbly with fright that she needed even that strange form of support to walk at all. In the melee Ramola's towel dropped heavily to the floor. She stood exposed in her balck panty and bra. Akbar's pulse quickened, his nostrils twitching again, as he watched her full rounded buttocks sway enticingly before him, each cheek making a provocative circling motion under her panty as she struggled. Even though his huge erect cock had fallen to semi-hardness, the movements of Ramola's perfect young ass made the great shaft jerk higher, its colossal length swinging from side to side with every step he took. "No, not this way! Not that-I can't!" Ramola wailed staring at Akbar in disbelief as the powerful idiot f***ed her toward the bed, a strange crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach beginning as she realized fully the complete helplessness of her position as though for the first time. Her protests were cut short by Akbar's fingers clamping harshly over her mouth, muffling the resisting girl's sounds of complaint. Akbar's nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed greedily over the smooth silky softness of her naked thighs. He pinched the globe of one of her ass-cheeks, grinning lewdly as she groaned against his fingers still clamped over her mouth. There was nothing between his hand and the roughness of his blunt fingertips, bunched tightly up in the crevice of her buttocks, and he could see silky tufts of her soft pubic hair. The rounded globules of her soft young buttocks stood out brashly, exposed to his lust-crazed eyes and quivering convulsively as he moved his eager hand upward to run it lewdly over the curve of her right hip. Ramola wished she could faint, mercifully fall unconscious to the floor, for she knew now exactly what was going to happen to her. She saw thin lines of spittle drooling from the bald moron's hideous mouth and his eyes were gleaming with a****l desire as he moved closer yet to her, pressing his vile repulsive body up to her side until suddenly she became aware of the massive hardness of his penis digging against the naked flesh just above her waist. In his very excitement, he lingered a moment to rove his hand higher up on her back, suddenly becoming frustrated in his obscene anxiousness with the obstruction of the dress. The lust-maddened idiot slapped her hard, flat across the cheek, jerking her head to the side so hard that she thought surely he had broken her neck. She struggled to twist away from his cruelty but the bald servant caught her by the hair and jerked her back to face him, delivering another brutal blow to her other cheek this time, bringing a stinging sensation to her skin as though she were being doused in raw gasoline. She was terrified more than ever now, afraid to struggle or offer any resistance at all for fear he would become even angrier and kill her right where she stood. Akbar giggled dementedly as he devoured her partially nude body with his eyes, his hands roaming over her bare back and shoulders. The smooth satiny softness of her skin was interrupted above only by the thin black brassiere that laced across her back. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping from the huge throbbing glans of his penis and smearing where it touched her flesh. Then, locking one hand on her shoulder to hold her fast, she felt the fingers of his other hand rummaging behind her, working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without warning, he hooked his fingers under the strap in anxious frustration and yanked harshly at it. Her full resilient young breasts fell free, the cooler air attacking her pinkish-brown nipples and perking them to sudden erection. She gasped as he pulled the torn piece of now useless nylon down over her arms and the two large, firmly rounded mounds came fully into tantalizing view. Akbar wasted no time now and gazed down at his own hands cupping the maddening cloud-like softness of the two naked breasts in both of his hands, squeezing their ripeness until they overflowed from the bony fingers and made her groan with humiliation. Still not satisfied, though, the grotesquely ugly moron proceeded to knead both hard rubbery nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them tightly between them as a lewd grin came over his lips. He saw a wincing expression of pain momentarily replace the embarrassment and sense of degradation on her face, and it evidently amused him. He continued to pinch and knead at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity. His eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands dropped along the sides of her quivering body. down to the elastic band at the top of her sheer, flimsy panties. Hooking his fingers into the thin nylon with an instinctive confidence, he began to peel them slowly down over the lush curves of her almost still adolescent hips. Trembling in abject horror, Ramola flinched as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost entirely exposed body. She dared to glance down at the bald surface of Braun's head below her as he jerked the brief panties from her ankles and finally freed them altogether. She was completely naked now. She felt her stomach turn as she stifled a deep piercing scream in her throat when the idiot's warm breath blasted on the skin of her smooth flat tummy just above the soft silky triangle of pubic hair. His mouth was a mere three inches away from the triangle, his eyes closed as he breathed in deeply of the sweet, feminine aroma from her cunt, rising and wafting to his nostrils teasingly. Leaning forward a little to place a wet, slobbering kiss on her soft tummy from his kneeling position. She swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into her nude flesh. The sudden moist contact sent an unexpected chill racing along her spine and she automatically jumped from the electrifying wetness of the pressure, losing her balance completely then and staggering backward toward the empty bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sprawled backward to land face up with her arms and legs opening wide as she hit. Akbar rose from his kneeling position a little and leaped forward to catch her there as she kicked desperately to close her legs. He dropped his hands at once to the full rounded moons of her buttocks and crawled up further on the bed between her open milk-white thighs, crouching on all fours as his knees pressed outward between her ankles and his face panted a few inches above the hair-covered vee of her naked loins. And then he backed off slightly to run his long pink tongue slowly and wetly over the tender inner flesh of her thighs, causing her to groan in helpless humiliation even though a strangely warm shiver ran over the tattered nerve-ends of her lower body. Ramola had geared her mind to fighting off pain and depraved abuse ... not the tenderness and hateful tiny sensations of pleasure suddenly, and without warning, beginning to lower inside her. She had not been prepared for this and knew less about resisting it than the hysterical attack she was certain was all Akbar could manage. The idiot's mouth watered as he gazed down at her body beneath him. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, drooling down to mingle with the juices beginning to ooze from the delicious narrow slit that started at the bottom of the smooth white belly and trailed down through the snowy soft spheres of her creamy buttocks where they pressed tightly against the bed. Ramola was almost out of her mind now with sheer confusion as she tried to filter the unwanted pleasurable sensuality from the feelings of horror she sensed as a still basically decent person. Through half-slit eyes, she could see that shadowy form of the bald man crouching between her open legs. Then she felt the flat palms of his sweaty hands pushing outward against the tenderness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was open and vulnerable for the feeble-minded a****l to do as he wished and she watched with baited breath as he slowly lowered his head ... slowly ... slowly ... and at last his hot moist lips closed over the soft furry mound at the base of her tummy! "Noooo, oooohhh!" she moaned, jerking as his face disappeared from her view into the female musk of the fleecy hair.... She felt Akbar's lips planting wet tickling kisses on the cringing but moist aperture, his tongue flicking out lizard-like, darting into the throbbing opening and pushing up and down between the lips of her vagina. She swallowed deeply as she felt his thumbs fastening on the moist folds, pressuring them further outward, until finally his gaze froze solid, still, locked on the completely open cavern exposed to his view and his heart raced even faster at the sight of the pink fragile inner flesh, glistening wet and tempting. Lunging forward, he locked his lips on her and blew softly into the naked hole, his long tongue flicking outward and probing into the wetness when he felt her squirm and heard a groan escape involuntarily from the now open lips of her mouth. The ravishing young Ramola's elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head was beginning to roll slowly back and forth on the mattress as Akbar's hot searing tongue shot out its flicking tip, circling feverishly around the quivering erected clitoris, his lips sucking to draw in the warm soft folds of her cuntal lips deep inside his mouth. His tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her youthful sex and, even though she fought against the sounds as they rose to her throat, she gave forth husky groans of passion. There was no denying that something she had never felt before in her life was happening to her ... something that was so different from the harsh blows he had rained on her cheeks a few moments ago that she was at a loss to understand it. The brute was actually sending soft, feather-like sensations warmly and wetly up from her vagina to flood her entire nervous system. She could no longer think but the moron was not hurting her and that was all that mattered at the moment. That, of course, and the fact that she was experiencing a light rising sensation of floating, up, up, above the reality of the situation and the horror of loosing her virginity to a mentally retarded gardener. "Ooohh, oooohhh," Ramola exploded ecstatically into the otherwise silent bedroom, her breath coming now in small quick gasps that came out as small mewling grunts. Then, growing bolder, Akbar began a sudden flicking and curling of his wet hot tongue, embedding it deeper inside her and sometimes withdrawing it all the way to jab its tip tormentingly at her tingling clitoris. He could feel the elastic-rimmed opening of her pussy clasping at his pink hot lingual spear, trying to hold him inside her but blossoming open fully when he followed the primitive drive he never realized was in control of his weak mind as well as his body. "Oh God, Ramola gasped over and over to hating her body for the steadily rising tide of forbidden sensual pleasure she felt rippling deep down in her stomach and flowing up through her firm heaving breasts to pulse in her nipples. In spite of her horror and revulsion at the sinful things being done to her defenseless genitals down between her open thighs, her nerves continued to flutter and send live shivers of arousal through her limbs. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue darting into the wetness of her vaginal opening. The slaving imbecile's bald pate began to glisten with sweat as he worked frantically between her wide-spread legs, his tongue making a wet sucking sluicing noise with each thrust he made into the valley between her now hotly pulsating vaginal lips. The breathtakingly beautiful Girl of Twenty Two had never before in her life imagined that such an evil and lurid act could produce such exquisitely sharp thrills in her ... especially not when someone as filthy , obscenely ugly and stupid as Akbar was doing it to her. She actually wanted him to keep on doing it now, she realized with shame, a tiny flash of regret coming over her but quickly fading. At the moment, she could not even remember why she was on the bed with the servant ... or even if the reason mattered. Her brown eyes glittering and her mouth flexing open with passion, her cries of mixed protest and desire gradually became one long low continuous moan. Then, surprising her, Akbar suddenly withdrew his lashing tongue from inside the smooth warm passage and explored higher up, probing the warm pink tip in the wetness as the fragrant black tendrils of her pubic hair brushed tauntingly against his cheeks. At last he found her hard, throbbing clitoris again and began to lick and nip at it with his teeth until she was afraid she would scream with ecstasy. The moron felt a lewd and triumphant sense of satisfaction as she responded. Never in his vague dreams had he ever expected to have such a gorgeous young girl squirming so madly under his tongue, loving it so much that she was at his mercy. The people at the mental hospital had taught him to be careful about everything he encountered in the "outside" world and his Masters had made him realize he was not as intelligent as most other people. Little by little, he had come to understand ... under Satish Reddy's unrelenting tutelage ... that almost everyone around him thought he was worthless except as someone to work for "normal" people. The impassioned Ramola - the beautiful and haughty daughter of his rich master was writhing under him now seemed to be utterly oblivious to the fact that he was a freak. Not now, anyway! She liked what he was doing, he slowly concluded, so it must mean that Ramola thought he was good and more than just a freak.... The labored conclusion filled him with glee and he giggled again as he locked his mouth roughly over the upper portion of the cleft between her thighs. This would make her like him more than ever, he grinned, lowering his face a little to flick the tip of his tongue down into the tiny tightly-puckered hole of her anus nestling just below the moist portal of her vagina. "Nooooo, pleeeeeassse, " Ramola whimpered as the unexpected wet electric contact of his searing tongue against the sensitive rubbery opening sent a tormenting prickle of feeling racing through her nerves. She clenched her eyes tightly shut again and whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks deeper into the bed and away from the hot snaking tongue licking without mercy now at her virginal asshole. After a moment, though, he sensed that her first shock was gone and that she was starting to enjoy it by degrees, in spite of the fact that she was sobbing and groaning, as though she hated every second of what he was doing. Yes, he was right, because she was beginning to jerk back against him a little, her cushions of soft ivory roundness lifting slightly off the mattress and pushing forward in search of the pink hotness of his tongue. The sex-wild girl knew that she had lost every shred of decency as she felt her hands go out to find him like things with minds of their own, suddenly clawing in vain desperation when her fingertips grazed the sweaty slickness of his hairless crown. She heard him snicker as he ducked his head lower between the cheeks of her ass to escape her sharp fingernails. Then he clamped his open mouth over the brown throbbing ring of her anus, bringing further combined cries of pleasure and humiliation from her lips. He was in complete control now and it would not be very long before he was allowed to do what he had been waiting for all along. But it better be soon, he thought sluggishly, or the pretty girl would cum before she was supposed to. He sensed that she was almost ready to do it now as her shamelessly aroused body began to jerk spasmodically forward in a deliberate movement up against his tongue. He felt the abnormal hugeness of his hard fleshy cock beating urgently against the mattress, the lust-hardened head jerking out droplets of shiny semen that stained the bedspread as he licked gluttonously at the tiny puckered lips of her helpless anus. Ramola's resistance was practically non-existent and yet she could not allow herself to suffer this final indignation, knowing that anything she admitted about how she really felt would be the final humiliating surrender. The mere thought of confessing how much she really did, in spite of her revulsion, ache to have the obnoxious imbecile's enormous penis inside her now-if only to quench the burning need raging in her loins at that very moment-was utterly unbearable to her. Her lovely young face was white and straining as she lay there, afraid to let Akbar catch her eyes. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, " she half-shouted, her face quivering involuntarily at the corners of her brown eyes as her buttocks still ground impatiently down into the mattress, wrinkling the bedspread in bunched folds. As if on signal, Akbar then flicked his tongue out to swirl it tantalizingly around the tip of her erectly throbbing clitoris. "Oooooohhh, oooooohhh!" "Do you want me what I am doing?" the Gardener taunted. "Nooo, oh nooo.... Please don't stop!" "Well then, say it-say exactly what I told you," Akbar rasped cruelly. "Say it!. Say that you need my cock inside you " "I ... I ... want your cock inside me," Ramola finally relented, the last shreds of her dignity beginning to drain away from her lust-consumed soul. "No, I don't understand what you want when you say it that way," Akbar baited. "You'll have to say exactly the right words if you want me to slide this beautiful big cock up into your belly." God, she despised even the idea of succumbing to her servant and giving him that satisfaction. ... He was a sick sadistic deviate!... And yet there was nothing else she could possibly do, Ramola realized in desperation, nothing else that would rid her of the hot fiery ball of a****l lust blazing in the pit of her stomach.... Yes, it was true, horribly true! She yearned to have it in her! Her vagina prickled and ached for it! "Oh God ," she moaned in final surrender, shrieking then, "I want your cock in me! Please, oh please, Akbar I need your cock in my cunt and fuck me !!!!" Trembling, half in fear and half in anticipation, Ramola spread her thighs wider apart as she watched the now voraciously greedy Akbar lift his face from between her naked cuntal lips and shift himself into position, his nostrils flaring wide and more of the disgusting drool dripping from his chin from the overwhelming anxiety he felt. Oh, forgive me, forgive me, she repeated over and over to herself. Feeling as if someone pored burning hot liquid over her and scalded the very core of her being. The moronic servant did not have to be told twice and yet he paused for a moment to gaze down pruriently at the narrow glistening slit of her pussy pulsing in vitiation, the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing outward against hers. Then he levered up over her, his arms stiff and his hands resting heavily on her slim shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the monstrous, throbbing cock in his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to one side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged flanges of her moist pussy. She lay still in complete subjugation before him, not even daring to breathe for what seemed an eternity of seconds. "Oooooh, pleeease," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure !!!! Ramola remembered then her earlier fear of the abnormal size of the penis when she had first seen it from the open doorway awhile ago. Surely it would split her up the middle! It might even kill her! The half-mad Gardener pushed a little. "Aaaaaaaggghh! " she screamed as the huge tip popped just inside the lips, cruelly stretching the tight elastic opening until Ramola was certain that she was being ripped wide open from the agonizing outward f***e of the pressure. "Nooo, stop, stop! It's too big! Ooooooh!" She was suddenly shrieking at the top of her lungs. The filthy Gardener's eyes glittered evilly and there was a cruel sadistic grin on his face. He was actually enjoying the young girl's suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her virginal pussy. He could no longer stand it, watching this helpless beautiful girl spread-eagled under him with the head of his immense bl**d-swollen shaft disappearing into the hair of her cunt. He had to do something! He had to fuck her right now! He shoved again, harder this time, and she felt the widely stretched lips around her throbbing vagina expanding more. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the cruel hard pressure. The pain was excruciating and she struggled reflexively, emitting a pitiful cry of anguish from deep in her throat, but he ignored it, feeling only the delectable sensation of warmth and wetness inside the entrance of her vaginal passage. But even that was not enough, not nearly enough to fulfill his urgent a****l desire to push himself as far inside her as possible. He crashed forward, his full weight smashing her large proud breasts tightly back against her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time, sliding his long thick cock into her passageway like a rampaging bulldozer and pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before it in rippling waves. There was no stopping it until with a loud smacking sound his balls whacked heavily against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks. "Oooohhh, aaauuuuuuggghhh! " she screamed louder than ever, the pathetic piercing wail seeming to come from her very soul ... almost as if it had been stored there for precisely this moment of unbearable agony. Akbar's fantastic lust-inflated cock was buried in her all the way up to the hilt and there was not even the tiniest ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel distinctly as its hugeness pulsed within her, pressuring outward against the soft sensitive walls of her pussy. Painfully enclosed in the moist warm sheath like the trunk of a sapling that had been greased and driven heartlessly into her belly, the bald man's penis made her feel as though the merciless invasion had ripped her tender vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. The cruel sudden impalement had left her helpless, every part of her insides filled now more than anything had ever filled her before in her life. Her virginity was lost to a filthy man who she would have not touched even with a pole. There was a trickle of bl**d flowing from her ruptured hymen the streak of bl**d was running down her arse crack and dripping on the bed sheet. Haughty Ramola lost her prized virginity to a half mad filthy Gardener. She lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his hideous repulsive face directly over hers. Ramola was afraid to move a muscle for fear of the pain that it would surely bring but she knew that he was not even aware of her suffering now or of the possibility of injuring her.... Only one thing mattered to him now-the simple fact that at last he had his prick wedged up inside of this exciting, beautiful young girl who had been driving him crazy with desire ever since he saw her Okay, he decided slowly, he would fuck her, better than her anybody could, but he wanted to get back at her first ... for treating him like he was too dumb to know what his cock was for ... and for always making him crazy because she was so pretty and soft and innocent-looking. ... He remembered with anger how his knees always started to shake every time he happened to see this proud and arrogant girl and how she seemed to always snub him, her big round staring through him as if he did not even exist.... And shit, the way her ass rocked and rolled to tease him when she walked across the garden ... even though she had no idea anyone was watching ... was enough to make him so hot that he had to walk around with a hard-on for the rest of the day, just remembering. ...For the last two days now, he had spent most of his time trying to picture her without any clothes on or wondering if she had ever got screwed. Then, after Akbar had been fantasizing…. . returning to sit on the bed and play with himself while pretending the girl was in the room with him ... at his side instead of. because she was no longer too proud to come to a "freak" for the fun she wanted, he had stroked himself to climaxes that merely frustrated him even more. "Now I'm going to teach you a lesson for teasing me," he panted, his eyebrows jerking up as he gave a short wicked chuckle of delight in the thought. Suddenly, she felt a throb deep inside her quivering belly as the bl**d-gorged thickness of his cock flexed where it lay soaking in her already stretched vagina. She groaned at the sudden spasm of pain, her face contorting with misery, but still not daring to provoke him more by struggling against his fiendish assault on her vulnerable naked body. "Told you ….I will get you," he sneered, gazing down in lewd satisfaction at the expression of suffering on her face, flexing again and flicking up another impossible fraction of an inch inside her aching pussy. "Aaaaaaaaaggggghhh, nooooooooooooooo, " she groaned, her entire body twisting involuntarily as waves of searing agony filled every particle of her, torturing her nerves until she was certain she would either explode or burst into flames at any second. She could feel the cords of muscle in her neck standing out from the effort of trying to bear the punishing pain. "I will rip you apart – can't I " Akbar slobbered, his tiny eyes glittering sadistically as he dug his fingers into the yielding white flesh of her shoulders and throbbed even deeper. Despite her anguish, her mind was still able to fathom that he was becoming increasingly bolder and more arrogant and she realized that his dim brain would eventually come to the conclusion that any defiance of him deserved worse punishment ... if it was somehow possible to be handed a worse punishment than what she was suffering at that exact moment. She knew that most of her strength and courage had been drained away by the shock and agony she had already undergone. It was useless, she knew, to fight such a losing battle any longer- especially since her resistance served only to aggravate her tormentor more and the thought of additional torture was unbearable. Even so, the thought of total surrender to this a****l sent cold chills through her along with the excruciating pain. "Can't I?" he demanded again. "Yessss, oh yesssss.... You can," she hissed obediently, tears gushing from her eyes as he spat out the obscene admission. The bitter realization that she actually had begged for this a few moments ago bored into her consciousness like an evil omen of what her future would be. And now, now she had lost even the will to protest against what was happening to her. She had allowed herself to lose control and had fallen to this ... the very lowest thing she could imagine ... and she was no better now than the common whores she had seen walking the streets at night along the famous Necklace Road of Hyderabad. Akbar grinned at his tamed young trophy, sensing the surrender of her last bit of stubborn resistance as he felt her tense body relax a little. Suddenly he drew back from her almost to his knees and delivered a vicious crushing thrust that sent the giant heavily-veined cock tearing up into her belly like a runaway freight train. She jerked convulsively as its bulging angry head collided brutally against her cervix, buffeting her head far back against the headboard of the bed so harshly that her head was filled with winking stars for a moment. It was like an uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her and felt as though it was going to come out in her throat and then her mouth! The sex-deranged imbecile leered down at her from above with an insolent salacious grin on his face, his lips curled back lewdly in obvious satisfaction as he listened to her moaning beneath him, incoherent whimpers coming from somewhere deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, the palms of her hands pressing flat against his hips in a vain attempt to ease the pressure of the thick hard cock-head pulsing against her womb like the blunt end of a live cannon anxious to fire off its load. His prick was imbedded even further in her now and he could feel the sensitive brown ring of her anus twitching from the prickling of his big balls hanging down between her buttocks, the crisp hairs on the swollen sacs tickling the nerves surrounding the O-shaped tightness of the opening. He bent down over her prostrate body and locked his teeth savagely on the erect tremulous nipple of her lovely upheaving right breast, his lips drifting around the aureole of the peaked pinkness as he teased and nipped the tip, causing a light feathery stir of pleasure in the white palpitating mound. Then, growing impatient with the teasing foreplay, he raised himself higher again and glanced down to see the tight lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the light pink outer rims clasping tightly around the thick corded base of his penis. It was such a delicious sight that he could almost cum right now just from looking at it, without even moving again. Now the bald Gardener began a still painful sawing motion, setting up a slow rhythm of movement that skewered his mammoth prick wetly into the depths of her pussy, stretching and bruising it with every merciless thrust he made. He withdrew it until the head reached the throbbing entrance between the flared cuntal flanges and then fucked madly back into her distended moist cunt, battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the mattress. Akbar could sense Ramola's body coming to life again under him and he heard low humming sounds of servile acceptance coming from her chest. He quickly slipped his hands from her shoulders and moved them down her sides to clutch the soft velvet globes of her buttocks, one in each band. They were flexing and then loosening, oozing around his fingers as he pressed harshly into them. He could feel her strain a little to open her thighs wider, the wet satiny hole of her warm cunt flowering open and shut around the girth of his shaft. The realization gradually came to him that she was really and truly his now to do with as he wished. Ramola also felt something strange happening inside her. The pain was going away, slowly, slowly giving way to a maddening, uncontrollable sensation of pleasure that began deep in her womb and seeped little by little through the altered nerve-ends of her tormented body. It rippled through her vagina and out from between the fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across her milky soft thighs, up and down the full length of her widely-splayed legs, circling around inside her toes and making them curl tightly against the bottoms of her feet. Eventually it traveled up from her contracting belly and throughout her rib cage, surfacing at the tips of her stiffly quivering nipples and making them even more rigid than before. They were alive to the touch of the very air in the room and she arched her back a little to press them solidly against the laboring idiot's sweating hairy chest. The pain was altogether gone now and she automatically closed her eyes as she tensed the muscles in her thighs, writhing unconsciously under him from the intensity of her feeling. Without knowing it, she rolled her hips luxuriously from side to side around the huge cock fucking into her cunt, its fleshy walls dilating the throbbing in time to the cadence of Akbar's forward lunges. It felt to her as though the wide fanning head of his penis had a heart beating in it, was a separate being whose only purpose was to send glorious shivers of rapture through her young body. It was becoming a part of her, melting and fusing with her own flesh, until she was at one with it in an endless soaring flight of exquisite sensation. She no longer felt any horror or anguish ... nothing but a mounting ecstasy, building higher and higher, reaching new heights of rewarding sensual titillation with every passing moment. She felt only the a****l lust that had taken control of Akbar, this mental defective, this ugly and dirty bald nitwit who was over 30 years older than she, this deranged Gardener who was fucking far up into her flat belly with his wonderful long thick cock ... his big vulgar prick! Akbar could barely contain his tremendous elation as he worked over her, enjoying the grunts and mewling sounds of her subjugation, feeling the tempo of her thrusts up against him becoming faster and more urgent. The rhythmic slap of wetness as his balls spanked the unprotected crevice of her anus reverberated throughout the bedroom, mingling with the sluicing noise of his ruthless plunges into the now eager pussy she presented up to him. Suddenly he sensed an even greater abandon to passion come over her, a wanton outburst of lust that made her arc her body off the mattress in a struggle to completely engulf him. He giggled to himself as he abruptly paused to stare down at the thrilling sight of her pelvis screwing up to swallow the shiny hard length of his cock. He watched with blissful fascination as the tiny constricting muscles inside her young pussy nibbled greedily at the large swollen head. Then the stretched lips of her pink hair-fringed slit pulled hungrily away, sliding moistly down the stone-hard penis for five or six inches, only to nibble back up again until the soft down of her pubic hair brushed against his own, darker patch.... He let the beautiful little bitch hump up and down at will as she concentrated with all her female strength on giving back to him the spine-tingling pleasure that he was giving her. He remained immobile even longer as he gazed in trance-like attentiveness at the tantalizing withdrawals of his cock from her lust-saturated passage, pulling thin soft ridges of her flesh out with it as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress ... and then the entry which pushed the soft glistening folds back into her as the long thick rod was wholly consumed by the obscenely wanting vaginal cavern. He allowed her to continue her wanton milking movements for awhile, smiling to himself at the thought of his success in turning the gorgeous, soft-bodied young Girl into a squealing helpless mass of sexual desire. She sure as hell looked different now than she had when she arrived at the house he remembered, picturing the fresh, sweet-faced look of innocence on her face that he had seen her wearing. Her lovely face was contorted now from the exertion of straining to cum and he could hear the wet suctioning sound of the ever-increasing flow of juices from her loins as she bucked wildly against him, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees against the quaking mattress. He groaned and began to jar her again with merciless pile-driving strokes that drove his big prick boring far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her succulent snowy breasts seemed to be swelling larger, quivering and heaving up against the pressure of his chest, the hard rigid peaks of the nipples digging into his perspiring flesh like small pebbles. "Oh, oooh God, don't ever stop-please, don't ever stop! Fuck it, darling, fuck it harder and faster! Ooooh, yessss, fuck meeeee!" she begged hysterically, unaware in her delirious transport of erotic pleasure that the sweating idiot was already hammering into her uplifted buttocks with every last ounce of strength and ardor that he possessed. He was pouring everything he had into her, the total sum of years of anger and frustration, hate and need, lust and uncertainty- all of the furious energy he had naturally inherited with the gradual realization that he was an offensive freak of nature who had no choice but to depend upon "normal" people in order to survive. Now, he wanted revenge, not only against Ramola, but also against everyone who had ever snubbed him or seemed to have thought that he was merely a vegetable without feelings ... a dumb a****l which they could afford to ridicule without worrying whether or not he might be offended. "Oh, it's here, it's here.... I'm cumming, I'm cumming!... Ooooohhh, aaaaaawww!" Ramola groaned, her body vibrating wildly as her cunt opened around Akbar and warm gushes of female juices drowned his impaling shaft, trickling down over his balls and into the cleft between her upraised buttocks. The moron went berserk as she grunted out the last of her first real orgasmic seizure, her body still jerking spasmodically, smacking up against him, the lips of her vagina working and sucking at his penis as her breath came in short desperate gasps. e reached back and grabbed her ankles, lifting them brutally up over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness, her knees pressing firmly down into the mattress on either side of her head. The flattened plane of her loins was completely open to plunder at will and Akbar fully intended to take advantage of this opportunity to make her remember him all the rest of her life. He had wanted to get his revenge but now it was his turn to have some fun and nothing else. He dropped his head to lock his saliva-covered mouth over hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low a****l grunts rising there. His shoulders pushing back against her full rounded calves kept her locked in that defenseless position as he rammed it to her. He renewed his clutching grasp on the white cheeks of her ass and pulled them far apart with his spread fingers until she sucked in her breath from the sudden flash of pain, moaning up into his mouth. The nitwit started his long hard thrusting movements with a fresh burst of energy, skewering into the hot slippery tunnel of her cunt until each time the cock-head bashed against the mouth of the girl's womb, she uttered a little yelp of masochistic pleasure. She sensed that his body was now a mass of sheer primitive wildness that was altogether unleashing itself on her tender, beautiful flesh. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs and she could feel his huge turgid glans sliding up and down inside her warm viscous cunt like a turbine-powered piston. Ramola felt herself building again toward another shattering climax and her hands wormed themselves from under her legs to snake around his undulating back. Her nails clawed a path of bl**d down to his flexing buttocks. Straining, she tried to pull him deeper into her on his in-stroke, to spit herself on the hot driving rod like a delicious feast roasting on the coals for the delectation of a band of Barbarians from ancient times. She sucked voraciously on the thick wet tongue that was shoved deep into her throat and swallowed the moisture of his saliva as it flowed lewdly into her mouth. Akbar's breath was foul and yet, rather than repelling her, it incited her to new heights of excitement. The beautiful girl of twenty two matched his pounding lunges with her own rhythmic thrashings as their two tightly entwined bodies struggled madly against each other. The sounds of deep lustful breathing and moans filled the room, mixing with the sounds of their sweaty flesh smacking together to form of the coupling a symphony of sex and liquidity. "Shit, oh shit," the idiot murmured over and over to himself as he ceaselessly slipped the bl**d-filled cock deep up into her white round screaming little belly with fantastic long strokes. He could feel his cum rallying for discharge, building up inside his swollen balls as they banged against her ass like gongs lambasting water-soaked satin. He was ready to explode. Ramola could feel her insides splitting thrillingly as the head of the deeply gouging prick suddenly flared into a hugeness that caused her to cry out in a surge of simultaneous joy and pain. It began to spurt and she felt the delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like scorching fire, ricocheting and sloshing around inside her stretched pussy like an eruption of molten lava. She clasped her supple female muscles around his girth, drinking it in, her simultaneous cumming spewing back in answer this time. "Aaaaaaaiiiieeeeeee !" she screamed, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as they reached the summit together.Her pink quivering cunt was brimming over with their cum and her heart pounded beneath her breasts with all the f***e of a sledge delivering blow after blow against her ribs. "Oh sheeeeeeiit! Eaaaaaawwwhh! " Akbar bawled out, his grotesque body flailing spastically as volley after volley of sticky white sperm shot up the thick tube in his cock and filled the vault of her belly with his precious manhood. Clamoring out her second orgasm, Ramola reached frantically down around her own buttocks with both hands and seized the deflating balls pressed into the now shallow valley of her anus. She began to squeeze and wring them to f***e everything into her as her legs jerked out high in the air. "Give it to me, all of it!" she begged, her words muffled by the tongue still swabbing the inside of her mouth. The hot walls of her cunt still milked at his jerking cock hungrily until at last he gave one final involuntary shudder and there was nothing left in his shriveling testicles .... He was finished ... empty ... sucked dry ... and his close-set eyes were blank and filmed-over with gratifying exhaustion. Suddenly, the bald moron collapsed on top of her, feeling her insides still glowing with warmth around his softening penis.... She seemed superhuman, her limbs still twitching and contracting in electric sensation as he lay panting across her tensed body, until she too finally gave a last convulsive jerk and shivered to a limp stillness, her legs splaying out lifelessly on each side of him on the bed, one arm outstretched and dangling down doll-like over the edge of the mattress. She was thoroughly drained, utterly vitiated by the stormy finale of the first really fulfilling sexual encounter of her life. It was strange, she mused fuzzily, that the end of the experience should seem like a beginning of something for her, almost as though her mind and body had just been launched from the springboard of her youth into an orbit of maturity and real womanhood-a realm of existence from which she knew she would never return. Ramola and the exhausted moron lay still for another moment, her mind wandering hazily as it tried to piece together fragments of thought. Her concentration was broken then by Akbar stirring to life on top of her, muttering to himself as he raised his upper body to the full height of his straightened arms, only to topple over in a sprawling position at her side, his cock glistening with the mixed juices of their orgasms as it fell limp like a fat dying python between his quaking thighs. visit on www.papahaxx.com to see real porn stories like these and newly updates sex gallery videos etc