Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives


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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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                            COCONUT CREAM

    The man's smooth body glistened with sweat. His chest was wide and
    deep, his dark torso hard and hairless. He closed his eyes and
    groaned loudly, his hips grinding down hard as though he intended
    to drive his entire being into the beautiful flesh of the woman
    who lay gasping beneath him.

    Harsha's stunningly beautiful face was turned to one side, her
    lovely eyes closed and her lips parted in passion. Her breasts
    were swollen and hard, her nipples erect. The lust-heat was
    overpowering. Her body flamed with lust.

    The soft, well-sprung bed on which they lay bounced and bucked
    with her lover's heavy, insistent rhythm. The man's penis was big,
    about nine-and-a-half inches long, over two inches around with a
    bulging, gorged cock-head and heavy balls. They swung at her
    cunt-lips and buttocks and thighs as he moved faster and faster,
    gasping and grunting like a rutting dog. His penis glistened with
    their juices. His cock distended her cunt-lips wide open, and
    raked her inflamed clitoris as it rasped and squelched into her
    cunt again and again. He skewered her deeply, running his
    cock-sword into her cunt-sheath repeatedly with a wicked roll of
    his taut hips. She moaned and gasped, her body jerking and
    snapping back and forth on the bed, her breasts jiggling with his
    thrusts. She squeezed them and moaned thickly.

    "OHHHHh uhhhh OHHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHHHH uhhh OH ma uhhhh ahhhhh
    Harsha cried rapturously, her body heaving and writhing and

    Sweat streamed off her body. Strands of hair clung damply to the
    nape of her neck. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, her
    feet high against his strong back. Her hips pumped and heaved
    faster and faster under him as he stroked furiously in and out of
    her body, ram-fucking her without care, thundering in and out of
    her flesh with his huge battering ram. She dug her fingers
    fiercely into his thick arms and shoulders, her long neck arched.
    Tendons popped in her neck. Her face was hot and flushed,
    stunningly lovely. Her lover's penis appeared and disappeared from
    and into her cunt. His buttocks rose and fell, pumping faster and
    faster. With a loud cry, Harsha orgasmed.

    "OHHHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHH uhhh OH OH OH OH uhhh AHHHHHHH uhhhh yes
    uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her body tensing and arching, her
    cunt biting down fiercely on his cock as she rocked and shuddered
    in violent ecstasy.

    "AAAARRHHHHHH uhhhhh AHHHHHHH uhhh yes uhhhh yes uhh yes! Yes Ohhh
    take it ... take it! C'mon, whore, take! Unhh UHHhh yes," the man

    He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face
    contorted in a rictus of lust. He rammed into her cunt again and
    again and again, jerking his hips savagely from side to side,
    thrusting into her from all angles. Each thrust made her cry out
    and drove the breath from her with a whooshing gasp and made her
    back camber steeply, her cunt slamming up to his groin. Once,
    twice, three, four, five times he plunged into her cunt. At last,
    he slammed furiously into her and held still, moaning loudly.
    Harsha gasped and felt his cock throb inside her, searing hot. It
    jerked and quivered and she moaned when she felt the heat of his
    gunk spewing out. She moaned softly as the thick, white-hot shots
    of jizz sizzled sharply into her slit.

    Spent, the man sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue
    slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly
    caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips
    contouring his fine physique. Her breasts pressed hot against his
    chest. His cock began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped
    out of her cunt and rolled over onto his back beside her. She
    wondered if he had the stamina to fuck her over again. She felt
    good. It was great sex, satisfying hard and demanding. Her body
    still tingled, and there was the deliciously sticky crawl of his
    spunk on her thighs, streaks of it on her breasts and her lips
    from the time when he had fucked her mouth and breasts.

    She turned to him, rising on an elbow. The man thought she was one
    of the loveliest creatures he had ever seen. He cupped the side of
    her face. She kissed his palm tenderly, and then bent to kiss him
    on the mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his
    mouth. His hand slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell
    of her breast and cupped the warm flesh. Her nipples were still
    stiff. He smiled to himself. He would enjoy fucking her again.

    "C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my cock some, bitch."

    Harsha giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining. She bent her head
    and lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples. He sighed in
    pleasure. Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled
    through his navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread
    his legs wide and pulled her head into his groin. She licked and
    sucked his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his cock in
    her mouth again. The man murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes
    in surrender. She was an incredibly sexy piece of ass and randy as
    bitch in heat.

    That was obvious from the minute he saw her earlier that morning.
    He was a coconut vendor and he wandered the beaches north of the
    city with a heavy basket of fruit on his head. In the clammy
    weather of Bombay, customers for the cool, refreshing milk of his
    coconuts were usually plentiful. That day, for some reason, he
    hadn't sold a thing. He kept moving north, from one beach to the
    next and each was more deserted than the last. He plodded down the
    tarmac road that ran by the shore. The May sun was fierce, and
    soon he was dripping with perspiration. The tar sizzled and
    shimmered and squelched under his thick leather sandals. The road
    was deserted with large bungalows set well back, fronting the sea.

    He noticed a narrow lane that led off the main road towards the
    sea. An unlocked gate swung open across the driveway that swept
    around a huge house on the beach. He stepped through the gate and
    walked down the drive. Evidently, the house belonged to a
    millionaire. It was a huge, rambling structure, with white adobe
    walls. It sprawled across multiple levels with broad sundecks at
    each. A lush garden swept from the house down to the beach which
    was enclosed on one side by a natural outcrop of rock and on the
    other by a high masonry wall. The garden was deserted and the
    house was quiet. A flashy imported red sports car stood by the
    front door. He was about to walk across the lawn to the beach,
    when he saw a figure emerging from the waves. He squinted through
    the shimmering haze.

    It was a young woman. The man sucked in his breath sharply when he
    saw her. He slid back behind some fronds and tucked his basket
    load behind the luxuriant bushes. He snuggled into the shrubbery
    and peered onto the beach.

    She was sensational. She was dressed in a skimpy two piece
    swim-suit. The brassiere was minuscule, thin threads over her
    shoulders and across her back. In front, they swept over the swell
    of her superb breasts and flared into Band-Aid sized strips over
    her nipples. Her bikini panties were outrageous, little more than
    a G-string. Twin strings circled her hips and supported a narrow
    strip that dipped between her thighs. She wore it very low, well
    below her navel, just above her pubis. It barely covered her

    She waded out of the water and crossed the beach towards a large,
    brightly coloured beach umbrella. The sun glittered on her wet
    body. There was a table and a long deck chair with an adjustable
    back. She picked up a towel and mopped her face and body. She
    turned around and he saw that her bikini panties had no back, the
    strip of cloth became a thin strand that ran between her naked
    buttocks. As he watched, the girl shook her head, her hands
    lifting to uncoil her dark hair from the nape of her neck. It
    tumbled to her waist.

    She dropped the towel on the circular table by the umbrella and
    turned around again. The coconut vendor gaped. She was absolutely
    stunning. Of medium height, with a fair, completely flawless
    complexion, she had a high-cheekboned, oval face with an exquisite
    jaw and a fine, straight nose. Her eyes were lovely, shaped like
    almonds and rimmed with kohl. Her mouth was sexy and she had
    perfect, even teeth. Her neck was long and elegant, and led
    smoothly to full, firm, high breasts that were like succulent
    fruit and formed a deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a thin
    gold chain around her neck. Her belly was flat and firm, the legs
    lovely and shapely with no saddlebags or lovehandles. Her hips
    flared, and her waist was narrow, the arms and legs smoothly
    turned, the ankles and wrists slim, the feet and hands long and
    elegant. The coconut vendor gaped. She was the loveliest creature
    he had seen, just like a film star. His penis swelled in his
    lungi, his wraparound loincloth, and he felt a stiff clamp in his
    belly and balls. He ached to fuck her.

    A large tote bag lay by the chair under the umbrella. She bent to
    unzip it and her breasts swung forward. She pulled out a hairbrush
    and ran it through her hair, then coiled it high on her head. As
    she lifted her arms, her breasts rose in her brassiere. She
    shrugged it off. Her breasts were large and heavy, with long
    nipples. She massaged them absently, then pulled down her panties.
    The man gaped at the neatly trimmed dark delta framing her cunt.

    She bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely breasts
    swung free. She straightened with a bottle of lotion in her hand.
    She flipped up the spout of the bottle and poured out lotion into
    her hand and began to smear her body with it. He watched her rub
    cream into her breasts, squeezing and fondling them sensuously.
    She took more cream and massaged into her belly and buttocks and
    legs, even the insides of her thighs.

    Her body glistening, she lay down on the chair and put on a pair
    of dark shades. From where he stood, the coconut vendor had an
    unobstructed view.

    "Harsha!" A man's voice called from the house behind him.

    The coconut vendor turned his head and saw a handsome young man
    trotting down the path to the beach. He was clad only in a pair of
    swimming trunks. The coconut vendor noticed his superb physique,
    the sculpted musculature. He jogged down to the beach.

    "Well, hello, lover boy," she smiled, turning her face and holding
    out her hand.

    "Hey. Good swim?"

    "Lovely. Want to fuck?"

    "Horny again?"

    "For you, stud, always," she laughed.

    The man laughed. "We're out of beer. I'll just run down and get

    "Not dressed like that, you won't."

    "What? Oh, yeah. I'll put something on."

    "You'd better. And I want you buttoned to the neck. Don't want any
    of those randy village girls raping you for that gorgeous bod of

    The man chuckled. "I'm all yours, babe, all yours. Worry not."

    "Don't be long."

    "Can't help it. That's how God made me."

    She laughed. "Oh, shut up, idiot!"

    He grinned. "Half an hour. Fuck you then. Nice and hard. Work up a

    She sighed in mock despair. "Well, I guess I'll just have to sit
    it out. Push off."

    He grinned and bent to kiss her, squeezing her breast gently. She
    fondled his penis through his swimming trunks. The youth ran back
    up the path. A few minutes later he came out and jumped into the
    convertible and gunned the engine. It boomed its power and the car
    roared out of the drive. Silence descended again.

    The coconut vendor turned back to the girl on the beach. His
    excitement was mounting. The girl was unattended, easy prey. He
    grinned wolfishly. He waited for a minute to make sure her lover
    wasn't returning.

    Beneath the umbrella, Harsha closed her eyes and slipped into an
    erotic daydream. She was enjoying this long weekend at Jayant's
    fabulous beach house. He was her boss, her lover, her pimp, her
    master in all things. As an employee of his global corporate
    behemoth, Hedon & Venery, she whored for him. The pay was
    incredible, the sex even better. She performed on stage, on film,
    for magazines, and also served as a regular whore for clients at
    the company's discreet bordello in the luxury five-star deluxe
    downtown hotel, the Apistia. In between, she had her own lovers.
    Her marriage didn't impede her in the least. After all, her
    husband, Kishore, was number two at Hedon & Venery, himself an
    incredible lovemate with innumerable women constantly at his beck
    and call. Her husband was a gigolo. He served the female clientele
    as she did the male and he, too, performed live, for film and
    posed for magazines. Jayant's world was filled with people like
    them, men and women who not only enjoyed sex, but craved it. For
    them, nothing was forbidden, so long as it culminated in sex.
    Harsha couldn't imagine a life without her sexual work.

    She had just finished filming a particularly strenuous
    pornographic movie for Hedon & Venery's film division, Penetralia.
    They had shot continuously over three weeks on different
    locations. She had the lead role. Penetralia films were
    extraordinarily well-produced, with high production values and
    intricately plotted scripts. The sex was incessant, virtually
    non-stop. She had been fucked and fucked and fucked, in a
    bewildering variety of ways, by more men and women than she could
    remember. They had shot several orgies. In one, she had been
    fucked by half a dozen guys, three of them fucking in her mouth
    and ass and cunt simultaneously. The film was a scorcher.

    Then she had been booked for three nights in a row for a live
    sex-show. The men had been huge and demanding, and they had fucked
    her each night, before a packed house, for well over two hours. In
    addition, she had dispensed the mandatory favours to the film crew
    and stage hands, letting the sweaty young men have their way with

    The sex was exhilarating, as always. She hadn't asked for a break
    and was quite willing to resume her regular duties as an in-house
    whore at the Apistia. Santosh, the manager, nicknamed Santa for
    his bountiful gifts to his clients, wouldn't hear of it. He
    insisted she take four days off. She protested, but he was
    adamant. Finally, the matter was referred to Jayant, who, as
    always, deferred to his Manager's discretion. Besides, Jayant was
    fucking her when they spoke about it, and she couldn't have
    refused if he'd asked her to jump off a cliff. He gave her the
    keys to the beach house and said that her lover for the weekend
    would drive her across.

    She was delighted to find that Jayant had chosen Nikunj. He was
    married to Saru, another Hedon & Venery slut. He was Harsha's
    first cousin. They had been lovers for a long time. The incestuous
    nature of their relationship didn't bother them in the least. The
    people at Hedon & Venery recognised no taboo and incest was not

    Harsha was very fond of Nikunj. He was an exceptionally competent
    lover. He was younger than she, though that didn't bother either
    of them. He regularly slept with women older than he was and her
    work as a whore often involved giving callow youths their first
    taste of sex. They had become lovers shortly after Kishore fled
    the city, after he and Harsha had first become lovers. Actually,
    she had stumbled upon Nikunj and Saru, Harsha's neighbour at the
    time, while they were fucking one hot summer afternoon. She had
    watched them from behind a door, entranced and excited. The memory
    was still warm and vivid and she smiled to herself.

    Saru lay on her back on the cool stone floor, her dusky body
    heaving and writhing, glistening with sweat. Nikunj was bent over
    her, between her splayed knees, on his outstretched arms and
    knees, his head bent, his hips swinging powerfully. Harsha was
    surprised at the measured cadence of his strokes. He was in full
    control of himself, and evidently not without some previous sexual
    experience. She watched with rising excitement as Nikunj fucked
    Saru unhurriedly. His buttocks bobbed, flexing and unflexing
    rhythmically, his hips moving steadily. Saru moaned and gasped,
    and he bit his lower lip, frowning with tension, breathing heavily
    through flared nostrils. Saru's head whipped from side to side and
    she clenched his buttocks and lifted her legs even higher.

    Now Harsha could see Nikunj's penis as it appeared and disappeared
    into Saru's cunt, and she was thrilled at its size. So,
    apparently, was Saru. She moaned and whimpered, squeezing her big,
    swollen breasts erotically, calling obscenely to her lover to fuck
    her harder, to shove it all in, to give her his cock. After
    several minutes, Nikunj slid out of her and flipped her over onto
    her front, on all fours before him.

    Harsha stared at his cock with mounting lust. She bit her lip as
    she watched him squeeze it into Saru's cunt again and begin to
    fuck her rapidly, holding her hips and jerking her body swiftly
    back and forth in time to his own thrusts. Saru's cries rent the
    air, loud and lewd and now Nikunj was gasping, his handsome head
    flung back, his hips swinging violently back and forth, his balls
    slapping against her buttocks. His penis glistened and gleamed as
    it pistoned in and out of her cunt, going faster and faster till
    he was ram-fucking her masterfully. Beneath him, Saru gasped and
    cried out, her face contorting and twisting with joy. Her heavy
    breasts swung and jiggled and she crushed them feverishly as he
    pounded untiringly in and out of her cunt. Faster and faster he
    went, ramming and reaming into her and she came violently, gasping
    and crying out. He kept moving strongly and then jerked out of her
    and spun her on her back and, shaking his cock rapidly, orgasmed,
    spraying her body with a heavy shower of jizz. It spewed from his
    cock-head and settled like ticker-tape on her thighs and belly and
    breasts, even spattering her face. Harsha watched Saru moan
    happily and begin to scoop his gunk on her finger and swallow it.
    There and then, Harsha decided that she wanted Nikunj as her

    He was a good-looking young man, six feet tall, with broad
    shoulders and a superb body. He had a narrow waist, a sharply
    tapering V-shaped torso with high, lean hips and taut buttocks.
    His arms and legs were long and strong with thick muscle, not an
    ounce of fat on him anywhere. His belly was hard and flat as a
    washboard, his chest deep and muscular, well- cleaved,
    criss-crossed by thick veins. His torso was completely hairless
    and he was wont to shave even his armpits, making him, to her
    mind, even more sexy. His back was strong and supple, curving
    deeply to the spine. His neck was thick with strength. His face
    was aquiline, handsome in the classical mould. He had a strong,
    slightly hooked nose, deep set eyes, a clear brow, and his hair
    was short and curly and swept back. His jaw was hard and lean and
    square, with a sexy cleft in his strong chin. The face was
    clean-shaven, the teeth strong and even, the mouth wide and slim,
    almost cruel. Already well-muscled, his body had developed further
    over time, with hard exercise. Today, he was one of the most
    popular studs on call at the bordello, a regular in their porn

    Seducing him had been effortless, for he, too, harboured wild
    fantasies about her. Less than a week after she saw him with Saru,
    Harsha and he were in bed, gasping and groaning with joy. His cock
    was thick and long, with heavy balls. Even at the time, well
    before his induction into Hedon & Venery, he had realised the
    advantages of keeping his cock-shaft and balls shaved clean, so
    that they were smooth-skinned and sensitive to the slightest
    caress. Of course, now he did it because it also made for greater
    visual impact on film, especially in the glistening close-ups that
    were de rigeur in each epic.

    The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex stirred her
    libido. Her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the sea plucked at
    them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley
    between her breasts. Harsha's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her
    hands up over her thighs and firm belly to her breasts. She
    fondled them, and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to

    She squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the
    hard nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pincered her
    nipples, kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit
    her lower lip as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through
    her loins and breasts. Her legs split apart and she felt the
    first, delicious dewdrop of cunt-juice ooze between her thighs.
    The coconut vendor gasped softly as he realised what she was

    Harsha slid a finger down her crack, parting her cunt-lips gently
    with one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved
    into her cunt. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight,
    and slid her finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist
    heat of her cunt and the hard tongue of her clitoris. She began to
    masturbate slowly.

    Behind her, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes
    were riveted on her body. His cock glistened with precum gunk as
    he stroked its enormity and his cock and fingers soon grew sticky
    with pale jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His penis was rock-hard
    and hot, throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist.

    On the deck-chair, Harsha's hips lurched at her wrist. Her
    shoulders were hunched, her head flung back, her lips parted in a
    wide 'O'. She mauled her breasts with mounting excitement, pumping
    the other hand between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down.
    Without pausing in her masturbation, she groped in her tote with
    her other hand and pulled out something. The coconut vendor
    squinted, trying to make out what it was. She pulled it free of
    the bag and he gasped when he saw that it was a fake lavda, a
    dildo. What he didn't know was that it was a vibrator as well, one
    of the latest creations of Hedon & Venery's sexual toys
    manufacturing division, Baubons Unlimited. It was ten inches in
    length, with a two inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the colour of
    a black man's penis. The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and pitted,
    criss-crossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs and
    spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It
    had a thick cock-head and a strap around its base.

    Harsha looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It
    hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a
    real cock. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering
    what she was up to. Moaning to herself, Harsha kissed the ersatz
    cock-head, and licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of
    balls at the base and she sucked these, relishing the feel of the
    uneven surface on her tongue and between her lips. She caressed
    her face with the dildo, rubbing it sensuously across her lips and
    cheeks, sucking and nibbling the cock-head. She slid the dildo
    over her breasts, rubbing it over her nipples, shivering in
    delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down her belly, caressing
    the insides of her thighs and her cunt-lips.

    She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and
    hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair
    with her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, both
    hands holding the shaft. Slowly, she forced the cock-head into her
    cunt, and gasped loudly as the big cock-head stretched her
    cunt-lips open and bit into her flesh. Her back arched, her breath
    hissed between clenched teeth and her body tensed. She forced it
    deeper still, jerking it slowly from side to side, moaning and
    gasping, her head arching back. She licked her parched lips,
    murmuring in pleasure.

    Her cunt flamed with lust. Her thighs trembled with tension.
    Slowly, they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she
    pressed the vibrator deeper into her cunt. It felt good, big and
    hard and thick, filling her cunt to the brim, the spikes and hard
    knobs scraping and pressing on her gorged clitoris as she slid it
    in deeper. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at
    last it was fully embedded in her cunt. Harsha moaned loudly.
    Behind the bushes, the young man gaped, stunned. He had never even
    imagined anything like this.

    Harsha began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth,
    driving the big dildo in and out of her cunt. Now her hips jerked
    and heaved with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped
    loudly with pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her
    cunt-juices. Faster and faster she went, her hand moving the
    vibrator-dildo feverishly back and forth.

    She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing
    came alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then
    faster and faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an
    ingenious simulation of a real penis. It had been extensively
    field tested, and the reports had been rapturous, to say the
    least. The activated electric current ran through its in-built
    filaments, heating the water inside it till it was bubbling and
    steaming. The fluid pumped through the minute canals in the shaft,
    making it throb. Harsha went wild. She masturbated wildly, her
    hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear.

    "OHHHHHh .... uhhh .... OHHhhhhh .... uhhh ... OHHHHHH!" she

    She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching
    steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously and twisting this way and
    that in her cunt. At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she
    punched the button again. The machine in her cunt ballooned to
    monstrous proportions inside her cunt, buzzed and vibrated
    violently, twitched rapidly back and forth several times, and
    then, with a deep hiss, spat sharp jets of heated water deep into
    her slit. On and on it went, ejaculating like a real cock, and
    with each cum-shot, she arched and moaned, her clawed fingers
    keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh till it was spent and
    drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly out of her cunt and
    tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her
    loins tingling with lust. She caressed her cunt and breasts
    dreamily, her chest heaving.

    The man couldn't stand it any more. Grabbing his basket of
    coconuts, his cock tucked back into his loincloth, he walked
    rapidly down the beach towards her. The soft sand and the crash of
    the waves muffled his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he
    was standing beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was still
    breathing hard, her naked body glistening with sweat. Her nipples
    were still nut-hard. Her hands were over her breasts, gently
    caressing them. For a minute, the man stood there, looking at her

    She sensed someone by her and, thinking it to be Nikunj, smiled
    prettily. She squeezed her breasts in provocation and ran her
    tongue lasciviously across her upper lip.

    "C'mon lover, come and fuck me," she murmured.

    Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily
    for where she thought she would find her lover's penis. Her
    fingers fell on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she
    gasped, her eyes snapping open.

    "Who ... what?" she gasped in shock.

    "*Narielpaniwallah*," he said with a grin. "Coconut vendor. Want

    Her hand was still on his cock. She flipped her sunglasses onto
    her head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped.

    The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her. The shock ebbed.
    A sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she
    realised that he had probably watched her masturbating. Looking
    him up and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was
    very dark, obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his
    body was good. His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest
    was nicely curved and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the
    torso smooth and hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet
    around his neck. His lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she
    noticed that his legs, like his arms, were strong and thick. He
    had a rounded face, with a thin mustache, good teeth, a thick nose
    and fleshy lips. His hair was short and curly, cropped close, the
    eyes small and piercing, glittering with lustfire. His hips were
    small, the buttocks taut and firm, well rounded. The cock beneath
    her fingers felt good and hard and big. She squeezed it gently and

    "Yes," she murmured. "Yes. I want some. Thin cream or thick?"

    "The coconuts have thin cream," he answered smoothly.

    She smiled again in approval. Evidently, he had a sense of humour.

    "Fine, give me one," she murmured lying back, releasing his cock.

    The man bent and lowered his basket of fruit beside her, acutely
    aware of the proximity of her breasts and naked loins. She shifted
    slightly, moving her legs wider apart. For a moment, he froze,
    bent over, his back to her face, his buttocks thrust out, his head
    up, his eyes locked on the sight of the neat little triangle of
    silken dark pubic hair, the wink of her cunt-lips as they
    unfurled. She slid her hand up the backs of his thighs under his
    lungi and over his naked buttock. He tensed.

    "Hurry up," she murmured. "I'm very thirsty."

    He selected a coconut and straightened, her fingers cool and
    gentle on his buttock. He tried not to squirm as he rapped the
    fruit it expertly with his knuckle, tossing it round and round in
    his palm. Satisfied, he picked up his long machete and, deftly
    sliced the skin off the coconut head, then hammered it open. It
    was brimming with cool, sweet liquid. He dunked a plastic straw
    into it and handed it to her.

    Harsha flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and
    tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and
    refreshing. It dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man
    watched as it rivered between her breasts. She drained it and gave
    it back to him.

    "Scoop the cream for me," she murmured.

    He plunged his knife into the soft flesh and with a few rapid
    circular strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and
    handed it back to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked
    out a long, slimy, slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face
    back, she parted her lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft.
    Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the dangling tail of the
    coconut, coiled around it, slowly drew it in, sucking and finally
    chewing on it. It was an incredibly erotic performance. She
    plucked at another piece and quite deliberately let it fall on her
    breast. There was no more in the coconut and she tossed it back
    into his basket. The man remained where he was, watching her. She
    took the strand of coconut flesh on her chest in two fingers and
    drew it in a wet, slippery line over one breast till it covered
    her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips parted in
    excitement. She squeezed his buttock gently and slid a finger into
    the cleft. The man's hips twitched. She slid a hand lower, between
    his legs and her fingers found his naked cock beneath his
    loincloth. The man gasped softly.

    "Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured.

    He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Harsha
    smiled. His penis was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure,
    circumcised. She knew from experience that they tended to last
    longer. He was probably a Muslim. Not yet fully erect, it was
    seven inches long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly
    in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer
    and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to masturbate
    him. Soon, his cock was rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His
    balls were big and heavy. She cupped them gently, teasing and
    tickling them. His pubic hair was thick and springy. With a quick
    flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor untied his lungi and flung
    it clear. He heard her moan softly and he chuckled and quickly
    unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he was even better
    looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly muscled.

    Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his cock thrusting out at
    her face. He stretched an arm and cupped her breast in his hand.
    She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her breast
    grow heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple
    stiffened at his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He
    dragged the coconut meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and
    she shivered in delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he
    drew it over her other breast and began to rub her nipple with it.
    She gasped softly, her rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She
    released his cock and lifted her breasts, squeezing them tightly
    together. Grinning with excitement, the man bent over and made her
    gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple, sucking
    on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently. He
    moved to the other breast, and began to gnaw the coconut meat,
    sucking it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her
    nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her breast and
    nipple. She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his
    hair, her back bending to feed more of his breast into his hot
    mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick and wet and hot,
    flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted suddenly as she
    craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his nipple, her
    teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand returned
    to his cock.

    "I want to such your cock," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over
    his nipple.

    As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body,
    the coconut vendor straightened and thrust his cock at her mouth
    again. With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his
    loins, his other hand still kneading her hard breast. Holding his
    cock, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out and swirled
    it gently round his cock-head, savouring the musky tang of his
    cock-meat. His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly
    sucked in sharply. He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by
    the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's
    on his cock-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he
    felt the heat build in his loins. At last, she opened her mouth
    wide and slipped her lips around his cock-head. The man gasped,
    his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her
    tongue electrifying.

    She sucked his penis greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her
    face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her
    tongue did magical things to his cock-head. The man gasped and
    grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face,
    moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and
    kneaded her breasts feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy
    mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering
    and rasping across his callused palms.

    Soon, his cock and her fist and lips grew slippery with his
    pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She
    paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his
    cock. He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his
    cock again. Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins
    became unbearable. His cock throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He
    flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back
    and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.

    "Yes .... uhhhhh ... yes ... suck ... suck it! Suck harder .. yes
    ... yes ... suck it harder ... uuhhhhhh oh god .... Suck harder,
    you whore bitch .... uhhhhh Ohhhhh uhhhh OHHH!" he called
    obscenely, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth.

    His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair
    and kneel before him, so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and
    harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with
    alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his penis
    deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly.
    Harsha's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs. His
    hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and
    grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come
    in her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his cock into her
    cunt and possess her. He could not be denied any longer. He broke
    away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken
    like slut, fucked like a bitch in heat.

    She turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs
    wide, her buttocks thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She
    thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping cunt-lips
    open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement.

    "Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Harsha muttered thickly.

    The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement.
    Her breasts and the gold chain around her neck dangled and swung
    and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose,
    silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees
    behind her, his cock in his hand. It was hard and dark, throbbing
    greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. The
    coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her
    hair-rimmed cunt open. He shuffled forward and pressing his penis
    to her slit. His cock-head seared at the portals of her flesh and
    she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her buttocks steeply.

    "C'mon ... c'mon, you motherfucker ... hurry ... fuck me, baby ...
    fuck my slit ... fuck me hard ... c'mon, you sonofabitch! Do it!"
    Harsha gasped, frantic for his cock. "C'mon ... c'mon you fucking
    pimp ... fuck me! Fuck my slit, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!"

    The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong
    thumbs lobing her buttocks outward, he slammed his hips forward
    with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his
    mouth jerking open. Her cunt was hot and steaming, tight as a
    vice, and it swallowed his cock in its entirety, clamping fiercely
    on it, spasming uncontrollably, greedily.

    "OHHHHHHHhh .... uhhh .... OHHHHh uhhh yes!" he went.

    His cock was fiery hot, burning and throbbing fiercely inside her
    cunt. Harsha's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide
    'O' of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into
    her cunt. Her breasts were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid
    with excitement. His penis was fantastic, hot and big and hard and
    thick, filling her cunt. She squeezed her cunt on it greedily,
    dizzy with lust.

    He slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous
    breasts. He squeezed them hard. She moaned. Her back was superb,
    beautifully arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips
    flared. Her back curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long
    hollow of her spine. The gold chain glistened around her neck. He
    held her breasts, moved out and slammed in hard again with a
    shuddering moan. She cried out. Her throat was raw and the breath
    hissed from her parted lips. She began to jerk and move under him,
    moaning obscenely, panting and gasping. Her buttocks swung and
    writhed ecstatically against his loins, grinding round and round.
    She rocked back and forth with rising urgency, lurching forward on
    her forearms, then forcing her butt back hard to his groin,
    impaling her cunt on his massive dick. The man gasped,
    straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her cunt
    slid up and down the length of his cock. He gasped loudly, his
    head bent, watching transfixed as her cunt gobbled his cock, slid
    up, then down again.

    He caressed her buttocks and, parting them, fingered her anus. She
    moaned, moving faster still. Her breasts and the gold chain around
    her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her buttocks slapped
    against his strong thighs, his cock emerging as her cunt rose up
    its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him
    again and again.

    He could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began
    to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his
    hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her cunt from all
    angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His
    hips swinging and bobbing, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
    powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her buttocks,
    going faster and faster and faster, pistoning like a triphammer,
    his cock reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel
    harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like
    a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed clitoris, rasping
    and sawing in and out. The air split with the sound of their
    rising voices.

    "Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhh uhhh ohhhh uhhh yes uhhhh yes uhhhh yes
    fuck me ... that's it ... yes ... UHHHHohhhhh uhh OHHhh uhhh yes
    .... Oh fuck yes OHHHhh uhhhh OHHHH uhhh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!"
    she gasped.

    "OUHHH uhh OHH uhh ahhhh uhhh yesuhhhhyes-yes-yes uhhh AHHHH uhh
    ahhhhh uhhh AHHHHHH!" he grunted in response.

    She soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the
    peak, crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning
    and shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the
    breath driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder,
    faster. He paused as her cunt convulsed on his submerged penis,
    and pushed her down onto her front, her buttocks thrust up high at
    him, her face on side on the sand. He shuffled his legs wide and
    straddled her hips in a deep squat. Taking a deep breath and
    holding her by the hips and buttocks pinned under him, he
    ram-fucked her savagely and without warning. Hard and deep and
    fast he took her, his cock pistoning furiously in and out of her
    cunt like a battering ram. His belly sucked in with the strain and
    his powerful body corded, the muscles and tendons popping in his
    sweating torso. His hips hammered violently back and forth, his
    enormous penis ramming and reaming into her flesh. He gasped
    loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming into her and going
    ah-uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-ah. He bent forward over her, his arms
    outstretched on either side of hers and went even faster, his
    thick cock glistening and gleaming with their commingled juices as
    he plundered her frantically convulsing cunt. His penis pounded
    and sawed in and out of her cunt, rasping over her gorged

    "OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly with her
    eyes screwed shut in agonised ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide

    Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably.
    Her voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a
    bull, his nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the
    incredible heat that seared his loins.

    "UNNNNNNGH ohhhhhhh uhhhhh YES uhhhhhhh AHHHHHHH uhhh ahh uhhh OH
    OH OH OH uhh!" he gasped.

    She came again and again and again and he could hold back no more.
    With a deep growl he thrust savagely into her several times and
    finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum spumed in a copious
    flood into her greedy cunt.

    Harsha collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with
    excitement. He had been far better than she had dared hope. The
    coconut vendor was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding
    up her body gently to cup her sandy breasts. She shivered at his
    touch. His cock dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat
    with his legs folded under him, his chest heaving, gasping and
    panting. Slowly, she turned around on her back and smiled up at
    him. He began to rise when she stopped him.

    "Hey," she said softly, her hand on his cock. "Where are you

    A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew
    his mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his
    mouth. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her hand was
    busy between his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down
    till her face was between his legs and he moaned as she took his
    cock in her mouth and began to arouse him again.

    They fucked several times. She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck
    her cunt. They sixty-nined and then she rolled over and took him
    between her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him
    hungrily, her hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to
    another. They stopped briefly, and went into the house, where she
    didn't give him time to admire the gorgeous decor, but took him
    straight to the bathroom. They showered and fucked in the bath,
    and then returned to bed to continue. And after all that, she
    still wanted more. She was insatiable, irresistible, a goddess of

    The man groaned as Harsha bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly
    thickening cock between her gorgeous breasts. He moaned softly as
    her magical tongue coiled about his cock-head yet again. He could
    not resist her. Her lips parted and slid about his cum-sticky cock
    again, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue
    flicking and rapping at his cock-head, winding about it, her head
    bobbing slowly over his lap, his cock in her fist.

    She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned
    limb over his hips, straddling his lap, his cock in her hands. She
    wanted him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in
    a deep squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid penis, her
    lovely face arching back, her hands on his dick as her cunt sank
    down lower and lower still, engulfing his cock deep in her hot
    flesh. Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure.
    The man fondled her clitoris, her nipples. She moaned, her head
    jerking to one side, and began to ride him. She bucked heavily on
    his lap, her hips rising and falling, going up and down, her hairy
    cunt sliding up the length of his dick then crashing back again.

    His penis glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He
    held her buttocks, parted them, fingered her anus. She yielded and
    cried out sharply as his finger slid into her asshole.

    "OHHHHh uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!" Harsha moaned, "Yes ohma uh yes
    ohmaohmaohmaohh yes ... fuck me uhh OH!"

    "C'mon whore take it! Take my cock UHHH ohhhhuhhh Ohh uhhh OHH huh
    OHH huh OH uhh OH OH OH OH !" he responded.

    Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain around her neck
    tossing, her fair body glistening with sweat. Her breasts jiggled
    and bounced, the nipples painfully erect. His cock was massive,
    hot and hard, ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins that
    rasped against her inflamed clitoris. She hissed sexily, cupping
    her heavy breasts and squeezing them, rolling them under her
    palms. The man bucked under her, drawing his knees up and tossing
    her on his lap. She cried out, her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight,
    arching back to fondle and cup his heavy balls. It was ecstasy,
    his finger in her anus, now in, now out, his cock in her cunt,
    filling her to the brim.

    Gasping, she paused and rose off his penis slowly to turn around
    with her back to him. He slithered down the bed till his hips were
    at the edge, his feet on the floor. She sat across his lap again,
    her feet on the floor and, holding his cock in one hand, eased her
    cunt down on his dick again. He watched fascinated as she
    maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her cunt- lips, feeding
    his thick cock-head into her cunt with elegant fingers and
    manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his penis round and
    round in her cunt. Then her hot cunt squeezed and clamped on his
    penis as she jammed it down hard on his cock, taking him whole
    into her flesh. He gripped her hips and bucked under her, his
    loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his cock up deep into her
    cunt, she cried out, the breath whooshing from her throat, her
    long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open.

    "Ohhh ma uhhh OHHHHH unhh yes yes Ohhh ma uhhh yes fuck me! Fuck
    me hard!" Harsha cried, bucking and jerking in a frenzy on his
    enormous penis.

    Harsha rode his cock, her hands on her knees, her belly sucked in,
    her breasts jiggling, her eyes on the full-length mirror on the
    opposite wall. She was mesmerised by the sight of his gargantuan
    pole between her legs emerging and disappearing as her cunt slid
    up and down its length. His cock squeezed into her belly. She
    cupped her bouncing breasts and squeezed them in excitement as her
    buttocks rose and fell faster and faster.

    "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, motherfucker! Fuck
    me!" she cried ecstatically.

    "Take it! Take it, whore! Take my prick! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
    oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes! Take it, slut! Take it!"

    Under her, the coconut vendor groaned and gasped, his hips
    lurching up and down. She was magnificent, utterly magnificent.
    She slammed down on his cock and flexed and unflexed her buttocks
    rapidly, squeezing his cock with her cunt. The coconut vendor
    gasped in joy. Reaching down, she cupped his balls and swung her
    hips in tight, erotic circles over his lap. Her shoulders were
    hunched, her breasts hot and swollen and her belly sucked inward
    as she mashed her cunt-flesh with his cock, mashing her sodden
    slit. The man grunted and squeezed her buttocks open, pressing a
    thumb to her anus. Harsha shuddered in pleasure, her head arching,
    suffused with joy.

    Nikunj caught them at it. They were too deeply enmeshed in
    lustfire to care. For a second, he stood at the door, watching in
    stunned surprise as Harsha bucked and bounced on the stranger's
    cock. Her body shone with sweat and her face was a vision of lust,
    the nostrils flared, the eyes hooded and glassy. As he watched,
    she swirled her cunt round and round on his cock.

    "Yes ... ohh fuck yes ... fuck me lover! Fuck my slit!" Nikunj
    heard her say.

    A delighted grin split his handsome face. The broad was
    incorrigible. He left her for an hour and she was fucking a
    stranger. Drawn into the vortex of their lust, Nikunj, too,
    stripped and, within seconds, had joined them, his cock in her
    mouth, fucking her face as she bucked and jigged deliriously on
    her newest lover's rampant penis.

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