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Copyright 1996-97, 
Mary Jorsay Gandmar

                         P E N T A P R I S M


                             Manori Belle

    Jayant loved Anuja's breasts. He loved the way they bounced when
    she moved, their shape and weight and form, the way they filled
    his hands when he cupped them, jutting proudly over her firm, flat
    belly, her nipples hardening immediately and readily at his
    slightest touch. He loved fondling them, kissing them, licking and
    sucking them, fucking them with his big, erect penis.

    Anuja was elated by his devotion. His unbridled adulation and
    incessant adoration of her body, bordering on worship, were
    exhilarating. She loved the way he fucked her, moving from
    wondering awe as he fondled her breasts, to the eager frenzy of
    the callow adolescent and culminating in the gently reflective
    second round of sex of a man much older. She loved his clean,
    handsome features and masculine body, the smooth, hairless torso
    that swept in an erotically savage, slashing V from his shoulders
    to his hips.

    Best of all was his cock, the thick, long mass of cartilage that
    filled her cunt or mouth or anus just so, hard and hot and
    throbbing hungrily in her flesh. It was perfect, just right, not
    too big to cause pain, yet large enough to stretch her flesh to
    its fullest, to probe the innermost recesses of her hungry

    They missed no chance to fuck and explored each other's bodies
    fully, to the minutest detail till there was nothing each did not
    know about the other. During that wonderful, erotic holiday in
    Bombay, they fucked more often and in more ways than they could

    Anuja enjoyed performing for him and Jayant discovered that it
    excited him enormously. He watched her get laid by the servant,
    Baban, and other servants from the neighbourhood and shot several
    video tapes of her in action with them. Anuja congratulated him
    when she saw the results, saying they were the sexiest things she
    had seen in a long time. She wasn't exaggerating. The footage was
    mind-blowing. Jayant had taken shots of Baban fucking her mouth,
    standing in front of her; of her going down on him, licking and
    sucking his penis wantonly; of him licking her slit, rimming her
    anus. There were lengthy sequences of Baban or another servant
    fucking her, standing or kneeling behind her or squatting deeply
    over her hips and, fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks,
    hammering his hips at her buttocks, plunging his swollen cock in
    and out of her cunt while Anuja moaned and cried out in pleasure,
    rocking and jerking under him. Her breasts wobbling and jiggling
    furiously, her long gold necklace tossing and flapping, she was
    the very picture of lust. There were other shots, too, of her
    astride a lover, jigging and bucking up and down on his rampant
    penis, her head flung back, her hands cupping her bouncing
    breasts, crushing and squeezing them in unfaked joy. And still
    others, of her on her back, her body rocking and jerking and
    thrashing and writhing passionately as a handsome man plunged his
    cock into her cunt, thrusting furiously in and out of her teenage
    flesh. Jayant even filmed her in menages, two and even three men
    fucking her simultaneously in every orifice. Anuja was a delight
    to watch, lust and pleasure written in every line.

    Inevitably, they fell in love. Jayant often said he wanted to
    marry only her. Anuja herself wanted nothing else. But they were
    first cousins and matrimony was out of the question. They resigned
    themselves to the fact and continued their clandestine
    relationship. Except the servants, no one in the family suspected
    anything unusual. Indeed, their parents indulged them, remarking
    how nice it was that the two were such good friends and so happy

    As the years passed, both went through other lovers. They kept no
    secrets and their letters, when he was in Aurangabad and she in
    Bombay, were full of lurid details of their sexual liaisons with
    others. Sometimes, she sent him photographs of her with her other
    lovers and these he cherished.

    The pressure to marry mounted. Oddly, she resisted longer than he.
    When they were twenty-two, he succumbed to family pressure and
    agreed to marry Vaishali, whom he had been seeing for several
    months. Both Anuja and Jayant were relieved at the family's
    acceptance of his choice. Vaishali was a childhood friend, close
    to both Anuja and Jayant. 

    Vaishali knew nothing of Jayant's sexual relationship with Anuja.
    Jayant suspected that she would not resent the truth -- he told
    Anuja that she was a tigress in bed, incessantly horny and hungry
    and eager -- but, unquestionably, there was a risk if she refused
    to accept the fact. What Jayant did not know was that Vaishali
    herself had a colourful and rich sexual history and would not have
    minded in the least. Indeed, she found Anuja sexy, too, and while
    she, Vaishali, had previous lesbian experience, she was unwilling
    to risk her betrothal to Jayant by making any overtures in that

    On a hot May afternoon, a few months before his marriage, when
    Jayant was in Bombay for a few weeks to shop for his wedding
    clothes, Anuja and Jayant slipped away to a small beach hotel in
    Manori, a distant suburb, where they could talk things through
    without being disturbed. They lied smoothly to her parents, saying
    that they would be shopping in the suburbs and would dine out.
    They did not expect to return till late at night.

    "Be back by midnight," her mother said. 

    "Oh, ma," Anuja pouted, pretended exasperation. "We're not
    children any longer. Honestly."


    "Oh, all right, all right."

    Her mother smiled to herself. It was good to see the two young
    cousins so close to each other. Just like brother and sister.

    The two lovers hurried to the hotel, impatient and hungry. Jayant
    drove her father's car, cutting recklessly through the traffic.
    Avoiding the ferry crossing, which would have meant dumping the
    car on the far side of the creek, they took the considerably
    longer road route, looping around the northern suburbs and then
    heading south-west. They arrived at the hotel just before lunch.

    They had used the hotel frequently, on Jayant's previous visits,
    occasionally staying overnight. Set in several acres of
    beach-front property, it was a pleasant place, with little shacks
    and villas turned into guest rooms. It was quiet, comfortable,
    secluded and safe: every visit, Anuja fucked the resident manager
    to ensure silence. They checked in as husband and wife. The
    resident manager came out of his office to greet them personally.

    "Hello, hello," he beamed. "It's nice to see you again. Long

    "Too long, Osmond," Jayant grinned. "Much too long."

    "You know, just the other day, men, I was thinking, hey, man, I
    haven't seen these two in such a long time. And what do you know?
    The next thing, the telephone rang and it was you!"

    "A miracle," Jayant murmured.

    "No man, really. It is always a pleasure."

    "You can say that again." Jayant stifled a grin at the man's
    peculiar accent, typically lower-middle class Catholic, and earned
    a sharp elbow in the ribs.

    "And how is the young lady?" Osmond leered at Anuja as he ushered
    them out of the reception office to a little villa set back from
    the others.

    She forced a smile. "Very well, thank you."

    "Good, good. That is good. You know, men, this is just the place
    for young couples like you. You must come more often. Come and
    have fun, enjoy, just relax, eat, drink, dance and ..." He looked
    sidelong at Anuja, his eyes glittering. "... and you know what
    else. Oh, yes, here we are. Please. After you."

    They stepped into the villa and he scurried around, switching on
    the lights and fan and air-conditioner, running the water in the
    taps, checking the mini-bar and fridge. A young bellhop came in
    with their small travel bag. It held only a change of clothes,
    swimsuits, a few odds and ends. They used it more to lend
    respectability, since they hardly needed their clothes. Anuja
    noticed that the bellhop was an attractive lad, lean and muscular,
    with a handsome, clean-shaven face. She caught his eye and smiled
    and, when he smiled back, decided that she would have to find some
    way to get him into the room to fuck her. Very sexy, she thought,
    looking him up and down, not missing the interesting bulge in his
    crotch. Definitely very sexy.

    The manager bobbed and weaved around the room and Anuja sighed in
    exasperation. He really was a nuisance. Thick-set, now running to
    fat, with a dark, shiny body like an eel and a fleshy face that
    spoke of too much food and drink. She knew that he would fuck her
    later that day, extracting the toll for his silence. Anuja didn't
    enjoy sex with him at all, but at least he had a decent cock, fat
    and thick and long. If she let him fuck her from behind or in the
    ass, she could close her eyes and imagine him to be someone else.
    Fortunately, he liked fucking her like that, so there was never
    any unpleasantness.

    "So," he said, rubbing his hands. "Everything is okay? Good, good.
    Then I will leave you now, men. If you need anything, please call
    me on my direct line, okay? Direct line. Straight hot line,
    *hanh*, it will ring me up on my desk, okay. Happy to help, boss,
    happy to help."

    "Thank you," Anuja said, forcing another smile. "That's very kind
    of you. Perhaps you might join us in an hour or so?"

    That was his cue. He beamed. "Oh, yes, yes, definitely yes.
    Pleasure, pleasure. Certainly I shall come. At one o'clock."

    "Yes, that's fine," Jayant said quickly, and, to Anuja's relief,
    ushered him out.

    She sighed as Jayant closed and locked the door behind him.
    "Honestly, than man. He's so tiresome."

    Jayant chuckled as he came back to her. "Well, that's Osmond for
    you. Don't let him get to you, love."

    "I just wish he wouldn't go on and on and on so."

    "Personally, I can't blame him. He genuinely wants to please, and
    then there's you."

    "Meaning what?"

    "Well, just think. How often does he get the chance to fuck
    someone as lovely as you? For free? No wonder he wants to
    ingratiate himself. He likes to feel important, that he's liked,
    that he has friends who want him. He's lonely."

    Anuja smiled. How typical of Jayant, she thought, uncritical,
    gentle, considerate, always putting himself in another's place to
    see his point of view. Holding her in his arms, he smiled tenderly
    at her now. Anuja's eyes locked with his and she felt herself
    drowning again, as she always did with him.

    "Too long, love, too long," he murmured. "I've missed you."

    Anuja tilted her face to his. "Jayant," she whispered. "Please ...
    take me ..."

    His lips met hers and his hands slid over her body and under her
    shirt and over her breasts. The fever rose and her desire grew and
    spread through her body, pulsing in every vein and she felt his
    hardening hunger. The long separation sharpened their lust and,
    within minutes, they were struggling out of their clothes and she
    was sliding to her knees, moaning and whimpering, kissing and
    licking his body, going down to suck his already rising penis. 

    They fucked feverishly on the floor, each wanting to devour the
    other utterly and entirely. She sucked his cock and then he licked
    her slit furiously, finger-fucking her at the same time. When he
    had her thrashing and heaving on the brink of an orgasm, he fucked
    her on her back, bending over her and thrusting his hard flesh
    deep into hers, ramming and reaming like a man possessed. Anuja
    gasped and cried out, rocking and lurching under his thrusts, her
    cunt convulsing in a frenzy on his plunging, pistoning penis, her
    breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously. On and on he went and,
    despite the air-conditioning, they broke into a hard sweat and
    their bodies squelched together. She came violently and he gasped,
    arching his head, grinding down deep into her, slid slowly
    outward, rammed into greedily again, and yet again, each thrust
    drawing a choking gasp of joy from her throat. 

    He paused, slowed, slid out of her, turned her on her front on her
    hands and knees and fucked her again from behind, taking her
    rapidly and for his own pleasure, gripping her hips and jerking
    her body swiftly back and forth under his, moving her cunt up and
    down the length of his throbbing penis. Anuja whimpered and
    gasped, lurching and jerking and rocking under her cousin, her
    swollen, pendulous breasts bouncing back and forth, her gold
    necklace tossing and swinging. She came again and yet again and,
    finally, with a shuddering gasp of relief, he thrust deep into her
    and exploded, making her moan in joy when she felt the sharp,
    stinging jets of jizz spume into her hot, wet slit. Groaning, he
    bent over and squeezed her hot breasts, nuzzled the nape of her
    neck, still rocking gently in and out of her cunt.

    Anuja turned her face over her shoulder to his and he kissed her
    slowly and deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She
    squirmed her buttocks against his crotch. His cock was still hard
    and thick. Nothing had changed. Jayant was still a magnificently
    powerful lover. 

    "Fuck me again," she murmured as he tongued his ear. 

    "Yes," he whispered, kissing her again. "God, yes."

    Slowly, they broke apart and lay on the cool tile floor, kissing
    and caressing each other. Jayant stroked her curved, smooth body,
    cupping her breasts, which were still turgid with sexual tension,
    tweaking her thick, rigid nipples. She stroked and fondled his
    erection, raking the shaft with her shapely fingernails. Jayant
    loved her body and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her long
    hair was tied in a braid that hung down to her waist. She wore two
    earrings in each ear, the lobes pierced twice. Her small nose-stud
    winked at him. The gold necklace lay cool between their fingers
    and her beautiful diamond and gold finger-rings glittered on her
    long, shapely fingers. Her skin was like deep honey, soft, yet
    firm like a ripe grape, smooth and silky, without a trace of body
    hair. The delicate birth marks on the side of her face, the inside
    of her left breast and on her midriff were intensely sexy. She
    smiled gently at him, her teeth very white. The leading edges of
    the two canines were bent forward over the incisors, another small
    irregularity that he found enormously attractive. 

    "What're you gaping at, silly?" she murmured.

    "You. I like gaping at you."

    "Now I wonder why?"

    "Because you're lovely and stop fishing."

    "I happen to like fishing, especially with this wonderful rod of
    yours. And you're lovely too."



    "You're lovely, I'm handsome."

    "My, my, such conceit. Lovely, handsome, a distinction without a
    difference. Same thing."

    "No, it's not."

    "Yes, it is."


    "Oh, god, all right. You're handsome."

    "Good. Thank you."

    "You're welcome. But your cock is still lovely."

    He laughed. "If you say so."

    "I do say so. And I also say I want to suck it and be fucked by it
    again and again and I want it in my cunt and I want it in my ass."

    "My joy knows no bounds."

    "What a coincidence. Neither does mine."

    They laughed and Anuja pushed him on her back and, bending over
    him, her body moist and soft against his, kissed him slowly. Her
    breasts were hot and heavy on his chest. Her cunt writhed against
    his crotch. He fondled her gently.

    "C'mon ... suck me, Anji. Suck my cock hard."

    She slithered downward, kissing and licking his body wantonly,
    tracing the contours of his deep chest and hard, muscular belly
    with her tongue, going lower, tonguing his belly and nuzzling his
    crotch. His penis was thick and hard between her breasts and she
    squeezed them in a delightfully warm sheath over the shaft and
    tit-fucked him for a few minutes. He loved the touch of her lips
    and tongue on his body, the hard scrape of her nipples on his
    chest. She slid lower and he gasped softly as her lips slipped
    around his cock-head and she engulfed him in her moist, warm mouth
    once more.

    They fucked slowly and gently this time. He sat on the floor with
    his legs spread wide and she sat astride his lap, her legs on
    either side of his hips, her cunt impaled deeply on his penis.
    Slowly, they rocked back and forth together, the gentle motion
    serving to keep them both stimulated and aroused while staving off
    their orgasms. It was an easy, comfortable position, one they
    enjoyed for it allowed them to fuck at length. She cupped the side
    of his face in one hand and kissed him tenderly, while he fondled
    her large, swollen breasts, twining his fingers in her long gold
    necklace and scraped the hard metal over her nipples, making her
    shudder in pleasure.

    "How's Ramu?" she murmured, her tongue in his ear.

    "Fine," Jayant grinned. "He misses you, too. So do the others.
    They keep asking when you'll visit."

    Ramu was his servant, a hard-bodied, muscular, handsome youth who
    fucked her demonically whenever she visited Aurangabad. They
    usually stole away to the gardening shed at the bottom of the
    large garden where, on a rickety *charpoy*, Ramu fucked her
    demonically, taking her repeatedly in every orifice, while Jayant
    stood guard. When the servant was done, the gardener took his
    place and, after him, it was the family chauffeur. An hour later,
    it was the young cook, the last of the family retainers and Anuja
    was tired and sweating and delirious with pleasure.

    "And the golf caddies? Do they remember me, too?" Anuja grinned.

    She had happy memories of Jayant's hometown. It was quiet and
    pretty with lots of place in which to disappear and fuck. Once,
    she had been fucked by a gang of caddies and the young course
    ballboys, in a copse of trees bordering the golf course for over
    three hours while Jayant and his father played a full round of
    eighteen holes. Half as many men fucked her in the meantime,
    plunging and pistoning in and out of her flesh, taking her on her
    back, on her front, sitting, standing and lying down, in her
    mouth, in her cunt, in her anus, two and even three guys fucking
    her simultaneously at one point. On the turf, Jayant struggled to
    focus on his game against his father.

    Jayant laughed softly. "Oh yes. All of them remember you. Every
    time I hit the course they come around and ask about madam. *Madam
    hasn't come? Madam isn't here? When will she come back?* One would
    think they'd never fucked a dame before. You should see them grin
    and snigger when we drive past that clump of trees where they
    gang-banged you."

    Anuja giggled. "It wasn't a gang-bang, you know, at least not
    rape. Okay, it was a gang that banged me, but I wanted it."


    "It was wonderful," she murmured. "They just kept going on and on
    I couldn't get enough of it. There was that kid, remember, the one
    I told you about, what was his name, Suhas, fourteen years old and
    thin as a stick with a cock like a stallion's. Oh god, Jayant, it
    was fabulous! He just kept shoving it in and out of my cunt,
    fucking me again and again. I came so hard and so often I almost
    passed out."

    "You crazy, horny bitch," Jayant chuckled. "You could have got

    "Not a chance," Anuja giggled. "Don't forget you threatened to cut
    their cocks off if there was so much as a scratch on me."

    "You made me do that."

    "You didn't mind. You wanted to. You were so worried."

    "I always worry about you with other guys."

    Anuja smiled tenderly, her arm on his shoulder, as they rocked
    gently to and fro. "Is my lover jealous?"

    He smiled thinly. "A bit. I've always wanted to be the only guy
    you fuck."

    "That's not fair. You want to fuck other women at the same time."

    "I agree. That's why I don't say anything. But it doesn't mean I
    don't feel possessive about you. Aren't you jealous of my

    "Honestly, no. I like to think you're enjoying yourself. You
    should. It makes you happy and that makes me happy."

    "I could never think like that. Not entirely, anyway. I try to,
    but sometimes it becomes too much."

    "What do you do then?"

    "I find a girl I can fuck hard and I do, really hard, and I close
    my eyes and think of you."

    "Oh, Jayant, you're such a sweetheart," Anuja said, bending her
    face to his and kissing him deeply, her tongue slipping in his
    mouth. "I love you so much."

    "I love you, too, Anji," he murmured, gently fondling her breasts. 

    "Oh god, Jayant, Jayant ... what are we going to do without each

    He cupped her face in his hands and looked at her. "You mean about


    He sighed and touched his forehead to hers, kissing her briefly on
    her lips, toying them with his. "I know, Anji. I've been wondering
    about that, too."

    "Have you told her about us?"

    "Are you crazy?"

    "Do you think she'll mind?"

    "I don't know. Very probably."

    "She may not, you know," Anuja said thoughtfully. "I mean, look at
    it like this. She's perfectly willing to fuck you without a
    commitment. That should say something about her attitude."

    "Like what?"

    "Well, I mean, if she's open enough about that in a town like
    Aurangabad, she's probably open to a whole lot more."

    "How can I chance it, babe? Would you, in my place?"

    "I don't know, Jay. I really don't know. Isn't there some way of
    finding out?"

    "What do I do, just go up to her and say, look babe, I've been
    balling my first cousin since we were seventeen, and I want to
    keep fucking her and I hope you don't mind?"

    Anuja laughed. "No, silly. Something else. Some way of, sort of,
    testing the water, if you get what I mean."

    "Think of something."

    "We'll have to, won't we? Otherwise it'll mean the end of this."

    "God, don't even think it. I couldn't give you up for the world,

    "Mm. Let's see. You can't tell her so ... hey, slow down, stud,
    I'm not ready yet ..."

    "Fuck, come on, bitch ... I want to fuck you hard now."

    "A few minutes more. Please."

    "Okay. Just a few minutes."

    "Jayant, listen. You can't tell, so ..."


    "So why not show her?"


    "Oh god, don't stop moving, damn it ... yes ... that's it ... mm,
    yes ... oh god ... yes ... keep going ... there ... just like that
    ... ahh, yes ... yes, well ... since you can't tell her, let's
    just show her that we fuck and see what happens."

    "How does that solve the problem? She might still freak out."

    "True. But it's sexy to see us, and if she's as sexy as I think
    she is, it'll turn her on and things might work out. It's not as
    cold as just telling her. Words are difficult in these things."

    "True. It might just work. Still risky."

    "Aren't I worth the risk to you, Jayant? That's what you've got to

    He stared at her. "That's a horrid way to put it, Anuja."

    "It's the truth. Face it. We can't -- won't -- do without each
    other. So we have to risk it. Granted that it's sailing pretty
    close to the wind, but what choice do we have? Unless you can
    think of something else."

    "At this moment, bitch, I can't think. Period. Come on,

    Jayant eased himself down onto his back and his cock reared into
    her cunt, making her groan thickly. She knelt over him with her
    arms outstretched, her cunt deeply impaled on his cock and smiled
    down at him. Her braid hung over her shoulder, and her hair swept
    over one side of her face, framing it sweetly. Jayant smiled and
    slid his hands up her body, cupping her full breasts. She moved
    slowly, grinding her hips in slow, tight, erotic circles on his

    "Well?" she murmured, smiling sexily.

    "Well what?"

    "Thought of anything?"


    "Then shall we just decide to do it?"

    "What's the hurry, Anuja? Let's wait, we'll think of something."

    "No, Jayant. Decide now. Otherwise things'll just slide and we'll
    get stuck."

    He debated for a long moment, weighing the odds. She watched him
    think, moving gently and slowly, grinding her cunt around, mashing
    her cunt-flesh and clitoris with his thick, long hard cock. He
    looked at her with a rueful smile and nodded slowly.

    "Okay. I can't think of another solution. This might just work."

    She smiled brightly. "Good. I think it's nice and sexy, too. How
    do you want to play it?"

    "Well, for one thing, it'll have to be in Aurangabad. Vaishali's
    not coming to Bombay before the wedding."

    "We could do it after the wedding."

    "No. Too traumatic. Let's do it before. That way, if she wants
    out, she still has the choice without too much disruption in the

    Again, he was putting everyone else before himself. He spared no
    thought for the trauma that he might have to undergo. Anuja glowed
    with pride for him. Vaishali was luckier than she imagined.

    "Okay, so before."

    "In Aurangabad."

    "That's not a problem. I'm coming to Aurangabad for the wedding
    anyway. I could come a little earlier."

    "Good. We'll set it up so that she sees you and me and, I think,
    we should have a guy on standby if she gets turned on and needs to

    "Ramu? He'll do it happily. I've seen him ogling her."

    Anuja giggled. "That's wonderful. Ramu, then. He'll fuck her nice
    and hard."

    "Yes, right. Nice and hard. Like I want to fuck you now. C'mon,
    bitch, move! Move! Take it! Yeh, that's it! C'mon! C'mon whore,
    take my cock! Oh fuck yes, come on, come on, come on!"

    And then they burst into a frenzy, bucking and heaving and tossing
    frantically on the floor, their lust rising to its final

    "Oh Jayant-Jayant-Jayant-Jayunhhhhhhht uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHH uhhh
    OHHHH uhh yes! Oh god yes oh god oh god oh yes oh fuck yes oh ma
    oh ma oh ma uhhh ahhh uhhh ahhh uhh *hanh*!" she cried.

    She rocked and bounced and jerked up and down on his cock,
    squeezing her cunt tightly around it, making him gasp at the hot
    convulsions of her flesh. Her breasts jumped and wobbled and her
    gold necklace tossed and danced on her smooth skin. He squeezed
    her breasts hard, pinching her nipples and she flung her head back
    and moaned as the orgasm crashed over her, making her cunt
    convulse feverishly on his throbbing penis. Beneath her, Jayant
    cried out and, gasping, arched deep into her, thrusting up again
    and again and then moaned in relief as the heat spewed from his
    loins and burst into her flesh, thick, sticky, hot jizz flooding
    her hungry cunt.

    The sex made them drowsy and they moved to the bed and snuggled,
    dozing lightly. Half an hour later, Jayant shook her gently.

    "Anuja, wake up."

    She stirred in her sleep and burrowed into the covers.

    "C'mon, Anji, it's almost one. Osmond will be here soon."

    "Oh god," she mumbled. "Tell him to come back later."

    "No. Finish it off now. Then we won't be interrupted later."

    "Mm, oh, all right," she murmured, turning on her back and

    Jayant smiled and bent to kiss her, his hand on her breast. She
    caressed his hard back gently and her hand slipped down into his

    "Hello, beautiful," she smiled. "How's my alarm cock doing?"

    "It'll ring if you keep doing that," he snorted and, springing out
    of bed, pulled on his trousers.

    Anuja rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash. Jayant
    switched on the TV set and began munching an apple from a basket
    on the sideboard.

    "Jayant," she called from the bathroom.

    "What?" he said with his mouth full.

    "What shall I wear?"

    "Anything. Nothing. Whatever's easy. It's coming off anyway."

    "Don't be a pain, Jay. Something to turn him on quickly."

    "The nightie then."

    "Or the bikini?"

    "The bikini's fine. Very sexy."

    "You sure?"

    "Yes. C'mon, hurry up, I can hear someone."

    There was a knock on the door. Jayant strolled to answer it, his
    muscles rippling smoothly, barefoot and clad only in his trousers.
    Osmond stood at the threshold, grinning from ear to ear.

    "Hello, hello, good afternoon, sir, is everything all right?"

    "Yes, fine, come on in, Ossie." Jayant locked the door behind him.

    "Are you having a pleasant stay, sir?"

    "Oh, cut the crap, Ossie," Jayant said with uncharacteristic
    terseness. "We've been fucking and you know it. Now it's your
    turn. Go fuck her."

    Osmond looked startled, and then grinned sheepishly. "I really
    like fucking her, you know."

    "I know. I can see. I have eyes. And ears."

    "You are angry about it?"

    "No. I don't care one way or the other. Just get on with it, would

    "She is hot and ready for me, then?"

    "Presumably." He called to her. "Anuja! Osmond's here!"

    "Coming!" she called back. "Be there in a minute."

    Jayant bit into his apple and flung himself into a chair, hooking
    a leg over the arm. He looked at the TV, bored. A silly chat show
    was on, a fat black lady firing questions at a particularly inane
    audience. Osmond shuffled his feet, sat on the bed, got up,
    fiddled with the air-conditioner, sat on the bed again.

    "Turn it down, Jay," Anuja said, stepping out of the bathroom and
    looking at him sharply. She didn't like it when he got brusque
    like this. 

    She turned and smiled warmly at Osmond. He tottered to his feet,
    sucking in his breath sharply through a gap in his front teeth. 

    "Oh my," he said. "Oh my, oh my."

    Jayant grinned to himself and tossed the core of the apple into
    the waste-basket in the corner. He looked at them. Anuja was
    wearing her outrageous string bikini and Osmond couldn't take his
    eyes off her. She looked devastating. The bikini bra had thin,
    fine strands, the cups little more than Band-Aids, narrow strips
    of cloth that barely covered her nipples. It was small and taut
    and her heavy breasts strained at the cloth, forming a deep and
    enticing cleavage in which her gold necklace nestled.

    The panties were small and tight and utterly ridiculous. A long
    narrow strip of cloth descended from the strings that girdled high
    on her hips and low beneath her belly and above her buttocks. The
    triangle of cloth barely covered her cunt-lips, leaving most of
    her crotch exposed. It tapered between her thighs and narrowed
    again to a single strand that rose between the curves of her
    buttocks, leaving them entirely naked.

    Osmond gulped, his eyes popping, his jaw open. Jayant grinned at
    the sight. Anuja giggled softly at Osmond's expression and moved
    across the room to him, her hips swaying sensuously, her breasts
    bouncing excitingly. Osmond quivered as she came close. Anuja
    smiled up at him, her dark eyes, lined thickly with *kajal*,
    glittering erotically. Moving with deliberate slowness, she hooked
    her fingers in the tight waistband of his trousers and plucked
    open the button and slowly peeled down the zipper fly. His
    trousers collapsed in a puddle to his feet, and his shirt hung

    Anuja slid her hands under it, stroking his round pot-belly,
    curving them down to his crotch. His penis was already hardening
    rapidly, growing long and thick, springing proudly from the thick
    thatch of pubic hair. It was a respectable eight and a half inches
    long, over an inch thick, with low, heavy balls. She stroked it
    delicately and the fat man grunted thickly, licking his lips.
    Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, from the bottom up, and pulled
    it open, running her hands over the rolls of fat that rippled from
    his neck to his thick waist. His torso was smooth and hairless and
    he had thick, low breasts. She squeezed them gently, flicking his
    small nipples with his fingertips. Osmond gasped.

    "Do you like my bikini, Osmond?" she teased gently.

    "Yes. Oh, yes!" he gasped, gulping.

    She smiled. "Come, Osmond. Squeeze my tits."

    His hands trembled as he slid them up her mostly naked torso and
    cupped her generous, full breasts. They were heavy and warm with
    unfaked excitement. Despite his unattractive figure, Anuja was
    able to turn herself on by teasing him and watching his reaction
    to her. He squeezed her breasts in his pudgy hands and her nipples
    shot erect under the bikini bra.

    "I want your cock," she murmured, lazily tonguing his lips, his
    ear, making him shudder and groan, her hands working his crotch.
    "I want it in my hot slit, Ossie. See, feel my cunt ... I'm hot
    for you, lover ... very hot ... yes, c'mon, feel my butt, too,
    babe ... mm, yes ... put your finger there, Ossie, on my ass ...
    you will fuck my ass later, won't you? I like it when you fuck my
    butt. Oh, yes, lover, you're so good ... mm, yes ... here, give me
    your hand ... now feel my cunt ... isn't that nice, Ossie? See,
    I'm so wet already ...,"

    Her words aroused him as she knew they would. The obese manager
    squeezed her breasts, her naked buttocks, pushed his hand into her
    crotch and felt her wet slit. Anuja bent her head and gently
    sucked his nipples one by one. The man groaned thickly. She kept
    masturbating him slowly as she moved from one to the other. Then
    she slid lower, licking his round paunch, tonguing his navel,
    going lower and lower till she was on her knees before him. His
    erect cock bobbed and throbbed at her face. She groaned and
    caressed her face with it, deftly slipping back the foreskin to
    expose the bulging cock-head. She kissed his penis and then,
    cradling it in one hand, lifting her eyes to watch his reaction,
    swirled her tongue wickedly over his cock-head. The fat man
    gasped, his head snapping back, his mouth jerking open. His penis
    quivered and throbbed and his body jiggled. Beads of sweat
    appeared on his forehead.

    "Shall I suck you, Ossie?" she murmured. "Shall I suck your cock?"

    "Oh yes!" he gasped. "Oh my, oh please yes!"

    "Ask me, Ossie. Ask me nicely, with dirty words."

    "Please ... suck me! Suck my cock ... please ... suck it."

    "Call me a whore, Ossie. Call me a bitch, a slut and say it

    "Please ... suck my prick, whore ... suck it hard!"

    "Oh yes," she moaned. "It's so sexy when you talk like that."

    Encouraged and emboldened, the corpulent lover grinned. "Yes,
    bitch ... suck my cock ... c'mon, do it, whore! Do it!"

    Anuja took his penis in one hand and slipped her lips around it.
    The man gasped, a hand flying to her head. She drew his cock
    deeper into her mouth, working the cock-head cunningly with her
    tongue. He gasped and pumped his hips back and forth. His buttocks
    wobbled and the rolls of fat on his chest jiggled as he stuffed
    her face with his cock. Anuja sucked him slowly and deeply, her
    face distending and bloating with the size of the penis, her head
    rocking to and fro, back and forth between his thighs. Osmond
    groaned and gasped, moving her head to suit his pleasure.

    "Yes! Oh yes, sir, yes! Ohhh yes ... suck it harder, bitch ... yes
    ... ohhh fuck yes ... do it ... suck me, baby ... suck me hard!"

    He was perspiring freely now, sweat trickling down his fat body.
    He gasped and groaned, his chest heaving, his belly trembling and
    wobbling as he moved. Pre-cum gunk shot from his cock-head and she
    groaned and shook his cock eagerly, swallowing his shoot, taking
    more on her face and breasts. Rising slightly, she kissed his
    protuberant belly and bent his cock down into her cleavage,
    squeezing her breasts in a warm, tight sheath over his cock while
    she fingered his balls gently. The man gasped and groaned. Ducking
    her head, she sucked his testicles, flipping her tongue erotically
    at them, then rose again to suck his cock once more. The man
    whimpered in delight.

    She sensed the imminence of his orgasm and slowly released his
    cock, gently slipping it out of her mouth, coiling her tongue
    sexily around the bulging cock-head. Osmond gasped and moaned,
    panting heavily, his face flushed. Anuja smiled and rose to her
    feet, caressing his body, her hands working his cock gently,
    rubbing herself against him. Her lips and face shone with his
    pre-cum gunk. Grunting, he squeezed her breasts and buttocks,
    pressing her body to his. 

    "Come on, Ossie," she hissed. "Fuck me. I'm on fire."

    Anuja took a step back and, smiling lasciviously at the manger,
    shrugged off the bikini bra. She slid her hands up her body and
    lifted and squeezed her breasts, rolling her palms sexily over the
    fleshy mounds.

    "Take me, Ossie. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she murmured.

    Moving forward again, she pushed him down onto the bed on his
    back. The fat man sprawled on his back, his chest heaving, his
    belly trembling and wobbling, his body shiny with sweat. Anuja
    hooked her fingers in her panties and pulled them down. She got on
    the bed, straddling his hips on her knees and smiled wantonly down
    at him, fondling her breasts, caressing her slit. The manager
    groaned, staring at her, and ran his hands up her thighs to her
    breasts. She took his cock in her hand and jerked it gently.
    Suddenly, bending, she pushed her face into his crotch and took
    his cock in her mouth again. 

    "OHHHHH uhhh ahhhh yes!" the man gasped, arching his back.

    Anuja sucked his cock furiously, her head rocking and jerking
    rapidly up and down over his lap. He gasped and cried out, his
    hips bucking and writhing and twitching, his hands on her head,
    moaning desperately for her to stop. 

    She gauged it to perfection again and stopped just in time. He was
    panting heavily when she rose and straddled his hips and took his
    cock in her hand again. Her eyes glittered with excitement, and
    her face was soft with lust, her nostrils flared, her lips parted.
    Her breasts were hot and swollen. Moaning softly, she moved her
    cunt over the thick penis and lowered herself slowly onto the
    upright shaft. Her cunt-lips slipped around the thick cock-head
    and she gasped and arched her back, her face tilted up. Osmond
    whimpered and quivered under her. 

    "Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes!"

    She looked down at him again, naked lust on her face. Her eyes
    were hooded, glassy with lust; her mouth was open and now she
    hissed softly, running her tongue over her upper lip in an utterly
    wanton action. 

    "Ohh baby yes, that's so good!"

    Opening her palms, her fingers spreadeagled, she slid her hands up
    from her buttocks and over her flanks to her breasts, lifting and
    squeezing them sensuously, then moved them higher, up to her face
    and then to the back of her neck, her elbows high above her head,
    her face turned to one side, lips against the inside of her arm.
    Her belly trembled and sucked inward. Osmond watched her,
    transfixed and squeezed her hot, heavy breasts. Her nipples were
    nut-hard and he pinched them sharply, making her gasp and wince.

    "OHHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped, still hovering over his crotch, her
    cunt holding the tip of his cock delicately within her. "Ohhhh
    uhhh yes!"

    Whimpering ecstatically, she leaned forward with her arms
    outstretched and her hands on Osmond's chubby chest, her fingers
    digging into the soft flesh, and began to grind her hips in tight,
    snapping circles, whipping them at each turn, her buttocks flexing
    and unflexing rhythmically. Her face was suffused with lust. She
    panted like a bitch in heat, gritting her teeth and sucking in her
    breath, exhaling sharply through loosely pursed lips, her
    breathing rapid and shallow, her cries loud and lewd.

    "Ah-fff-ahhh-fff-ahhh-ff-ahhh-fff-ahhh-fff," she puffed, her hips
    swinging round and round. "Oh yeh ... oh yeh ... oh yes ... oh
    fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh uh oh uh oh uh oh
    uh oh yes ... fuckme ... fff ... fuckme ... fff ... fuckme ...
    ffff ... fuckme ... ohyes ... ohyes ... ohyes ...
    OhhhuhhOhhhuhhOHH uhhOHHHuhhOHHHuhohuhahhhhuhahhhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh
    ahhh uhh ah uhh ahhh uhh AHHH uhhh AHHH uhhhh ... AHHH ... uhhh

    Faster and faster she went, her cries rising in pitch and volume,
    her head flung back, her eyes hooded, her nostrils flared, her
    gold necklace tossing and swinging wildly, her breasts bouncing

    Beneath her, Osmond moaned and gasped, watching transfixed,
    immobilized by her naked, overpowering lust. Faster and faster she
    swung her hips and her cunt spiralled and corkscrewed downward,
    taking his cock deeper and deeper in her cunt till her buttocks
    were on his thighs and his penis was fully embedded in her flesh.
    It was too much for him to bear and he squeezed her breasts hard
    and thrust up violently under her.

    "OHHHHHHuhhhOHHHHHHuhhOHHuhhhOH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHH uhh OHHH
    uhh!" she cried. "YES ... UHHH ... YES ... UHH ... YES OHHHHH YES

    Jayant watched in fascination as the two bodies bucked and tossed
    violently on the bed. Her body bounced and rocked furiously up and
    down, her cunt rising and falling steeply along the length of the
    swollen penis, her buttocks bouncing off his chubby thighs, her
    head flung back, her fingers squeezing her sagging chest. Beneath
    her, the corpulent manager moaned and gasped and panted, heaving
    his soft hip up and down furiously, tossing her wildly on his
    cock, his hands crushing her hot breasts. She arched back and
    moaned as an orgasm hit and squeezed his balls eagerly.

    "OHHHHHHHH c'mon ... c'mon ... c'mon ... OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uhh
    OHHHHHH!" she cried desperately, her voice raw and husky. "Do it!
    Fuck me! OHH uhh Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh uh ma uh ma uh ahhh
    uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh AH uhhhh yes uh oh yes OHHHHHHHHYES!"

    Her orgasm peaked and slowly ebbed. Anuja whimpered, slowing
    gradually, returning to the gentle rocking and grinding action.
    She moaned, her chest heaving, her eyes glassy with lust.

    "God," she murmured. "That was great, Ossie. C'mon, fuck me again.
    Take me from behind. Like a bitch. Fuck me, c'mon!"

    She got off his lap and turned around on the bed on her forearms
    and knees, spreading her legs wide for him. The flabby man
    lumbered to his knees behind her. She turned her face over her
    shoulder and, thrusting a hand into her crotch, clawed her
    cunt-lips open for him.

    "C'mon, stud ... shove your fat cock into my hot cunt," she said.
    "Shove it in nice and hard and deep ... give it to me, lover! Give
    it all to me!"

    Groaning, gasping, panting like a rutting elephant, the fat
    manager squeezed his cock into her cock quickly with a single
    rushing thrust. Anuja gasped and cried out, her head snapping up,
    her mouth tearing open as the thick penis burst into her cunt. It
    convulsed and spasmed on his penis, and Osmond moaned and began to
    fuck her with deep, jabbing thrusts, his fingers digging into the
    soft flesh of her waist, his hips jerking and rocking back and
    forth, his buttocks wobbling and jiggling. His fat jiggled and his
    protuberant belly and thighs slapped loudly at her buttocks. Anuja
    moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on her forearms and
    knees under him, her gold necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling
    and bouncing with his thrusts.

    "Ohhhhhhh yes ... oh ma yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... yes ... that's
    it ... c'mon ... do it, baby ... shove it in ... shove it in all
    the way, lover ... c'mon ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... that's it
    ... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... there! Ohhh yes! C'mon ... fuck me, Ossie
    ... fuck me hard ... ohhh uhhh yes!"

    "Oh Jeez oh Jeez oh sweet Jeez," the man gasped. "Ohhh uhh ohhh
    uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH!"

    Faster and faster he went, hammering his hips at her buttocks,
    sending her body lurching and jerking back and forth with his
    thrusts. In the large mirror on the wall above the bed, their
    reflections were erotic and Osmond stared at the expression of
    naked lust on her face. She hissed sensuously, her eyes hooded,
    her mouth open, her tongue arching over her upper lip, goading him
    on with louder obscenities. Inflamed, he gripped her swinging
    breasts and squeezed them hard, making her gasp and wince and
    writhe and squirm against him, begging for more and still more.

    "Ossie! Ohhh Ossie yes! Ohh god yes ... c'mon Ossie ... now ...
    now fuck my ass ... please ... I want it in my ass! Please ohhh
    god please, baby, please!"

    The manager was almost delirious with joy. The broad was begging
    him to raid her butt! He loved fucking ass, and this chick took it
    better than any other. He moaned and fought to control his
    imminent orgasm, exhaling rapidly and repeatedly and only narrowly
    succeeding. He drew his swollen, throbbing organ out of her cunt
    and it glistened and shone with their comingled coital juices.

    Anuja groaned and bent steeply forward, lifting her buttocks
    higher still, pressing her shoulders to the bed, her face turned
    to one side. She shuffled her legs wider apart, exposing the
    puckered flesh of her anus.

    "C'mon Ossie ... fuck my ass," she gasped. "Do it! Quickly!"

    In the armchair, Jayant watched, his lust mounting quickly.
    Unbuttoning his trousers and unzipping his fly, he drew out his
    erect penis and slowly started masturbating, pumping his cock in
    his fist.

    On the bed, the corpulent manager pressed his cock-head to Anuja's
    taut anus. She tensed and then, exhaling, relaxed her sphincter.
    Osmond dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks,
    pulling them wider apart and pushed his hips forward. His
    cock-head burst into her anus.


    Anuja cried out thinly, her face contorting in a trismus of lust,
    her head jerking upward, her eyes screwed shut, her lips jerking
    back over her teeth, her mouth wide. Her fingers scrabbled at the
    sheets. Above and behind her, the fat manager groaned and pushed
    his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, rear channel.
    Anuja's breath came in deep, rattling, broken, sobbing gasps as
    the big penis tunnelled deeper and deeper into her anus. It was
    wonderful and her body burned with lust. She thrust a hand into
    her crotch and arched a finger into her slit, vibrating her
    knuckle against her stiff clitoris. Her anus convulsed on his
    throbbing penis.

    "Ahh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhh ohhh uh
    ohhhh uh ohhh uhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh ahh uhh ohh god oh god oh uhh
    ohh uhhh ohhh," Anuja sobbed.

    Osmond was nearing the end. He sodomised her slowly and heavily,
    rocking his hips back and forth, squeezing and pushing and
    cramming his cock into her anus, panting and moaning loudly, his
    chest heaving, his head flung back, his body streaming with sweat.
    Her anus was hot and tight as a vice and it spasmed frantically on
    his throbbing penis. In and out he went, wanting it never to end.
    She whimpered and moaned, writhing her buttocks erotically against
    his thighs, grinding her anus up and down the length of his shaft.
    Bending and curving her body, she reached deep between her legs
    and squeezed his heavy, hairy balls. 

    It was too much for him to bear. With a strangled moan, he lurched
    out of her and, shaking his cock in his fist, exploded. Jizz shot
    from his cock-head and spurted over her buttocks and thighs. He
    came and came and came, emptying his load, dribbling jizz between
    her buttocks and over her anus and down her cunt-lips. Anuja
    whimpered and writhed. Moaning, he squeezed his cock into her anus
    cunt again, fucking her gentle for several minutes more. At last,
    he tottered away, sliding out of her. She collapsed on the bed,
    panting and moaning, her chest heaving. Osmond sank back on his
    haunches, dripping sweat. Slowly, Anuja turned around to face him
    on her front. He grinned weakly at her. Smiling wanly, she
    slithered up and pushed her face into his crotch, taking his cock
    in her mouth again. He moaned softly. She sucked his penis gently,
    savouring the taste of her cunt and anus and his jizz. At last,
    she let him go.

    "Thank you, Ossie," she murmured, breaking away and getting up.
    "That was very good. I enjoyed that very much."

    The fat man looked ridiculously pleased. "Really, swear?"

    "Yes. I mean it."

    "I also enjoyed. It was very nice."

    "Now, please excuse me." Anuja turned and headed for the bathroom

    "Yes, yes, certainly. Thank you again."

    "Most welcome."

    "You must return soon. Even," he looked at Jayant uncertainly,
    "alone, one day, maybe?"

    "Maybe," she smiled and disappeared into the bathroom.

    Jayant tucked his cock back into his trousers, zipped up and got
    to his feet. 

    "Okay, stud. You've had your share. Now bugger off."

    "Certainly, sir, and thank you also. If you need anything --"

    "We need to be alone. That's all. Got it?"

    "Oh yes, sir, certainly. Thank you again. I shall see you soon."

    "You should be so lucky."

    "Excuse please?"

    "Oh, forget it. C'mon, Ossie. Off you go, there's a good chap.
    Yes, fine, glad you enjoyed it, can I have my hand back? Thanks

    Jayant hustled him out of the suite and returned to the bathroom.
    Anuja was in the shower. He stripped and went in with her. She
    frowned at him.

    "What's the matter, babe?"

    "I hate it when you get so rude with him."

    "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I guess I've just been so keyed up
    about this marriage thing and then not seeing you for so many
    months. All I want is to fuck you and be with you."

    "Still, it's not fair. Remember, you were the one who understood
    this morning when I got annoyed."

    "True. I really am sorry. Forgive me?"

    She smiled. "Never, never ask that of me, love. There'll never be
    anything to forgive. Ever."

    He kissed her under the warm, hard spray and, reaching behind her,
    turned off the water and picked up the soap. Gently, he lathered
    her, fondling her body. She responded in like fashion, caressing
    and tracing the contours of his body, fondling his penis and
    balls. It began to thicken. They showered and rinsed off the suds
    and Anuja slid down to her knees and began to suck his cock again,
    gently tormenting him with her lips and teeth and tongue till his
    penis was throbbing and hard. He groaned softly, fucking her mouth
    slowly, rocking her head back and forth with one hand, pumping his
    hips at her face. When he pushed her head away, she rose and
    turned around, her back to him and leaned against the wall.

    "Jayant," she murmured. "Fuck my ass. Please. I want it."

    She spread her legs wide apart and pushed her buttocks out towards
    him. Jayant held his penis and squeezed it between her buttocks
    and to her anus. Anuja groaned and yielded, and gasped sharply,
    biting her lower lip and flinging her head back, her face
    contorting when his cock-head popped into her rear channel. Jayant
    moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her
    asshole. His pulse raced and the lust pounded in his veins. Anuja
    moaned and gasped thickly, her buttocks writhing and squirming
    against his groin. Jayant sodomised her thoroughly in the shower,
    squeezing her breasts as he rocked his cock gently in and out of
    her asshole. She turned her face over her shoulder and he kissed
    her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Anuja came
    violently, her body wracked by sobbing gasps of pure ecstasy.

    They dressed in jeans and T-shirts and lunched in the small,
    cheerful restaurant by the pool. They ate sparingly, choosing
    green salads and iced tea over the more elaborate offerings. As
    they ate, they talked softly about their plan to disclose their
    relationship to Vaishali while they waited for their orders. The
    waiter cleared their plates and put large bowls of fresh fruit
    salad before them. Jayant ordered coffee.

    Sipping her coffee, Anuja looked out of the open window at the
    pool. The handsome attendant she had been ogling discreetly since
    they came into lunch was levering himself out of the sparkling
    water. Jayant followed her glance and grinned across the table.

    "Want to fuck him?" he whispered with a twinkling grin.

    "Mm. I'm seriously tempted," she murmured. "He's very dishy. But
    no, not today. Another time."

    "Do it if you like. I'll ask him for you."

    "No, Jayant. Please."

    Jayant grinned. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to finding
    lovers for her. Despite his confessions to envy, he enjoyed
    watching her with fuck with other men. It turned him on intensely.
    The jealousy was more emotional than physical or sexual.

    They left the restaurant and returned to their room. Jayant went
    to the toilet. He returned to the room a few minutes later. Anuja
    was already in bed, wearing only her T-shirt. Jayant stripped off
    his T-shirt and dropped his jeans and got into bed with her.



    "Are you sure about that guy at the pool?"

    "Yes. I don't want him. Not today."

    "Somehow I don't quite believe that. But never mind, I'm not

    "Good." She smiled and yawned and stretched, arching her back. 

    Jayant bent his head and took one of her breasts in his mouth
    through the thin T-shirt. She wore no underclothing and he slid
    his hand under the shirt and cupped her breasts. Her nipples
    stiffened and her breasts grew warm and heavy at his touch.

    They fucked unhurriedly and slowly for the next couple of hours,
    enjoying each other's bodies at leisure. They alternated between
    slow, gentle copulation and a more demanding, hard, rapid rhythm,
    switching tempo deftly to stave off their orgasms and to prolong
    the pleasure. He fucked her standing up beside the bed, her body
    hanging from his waist, her shoulders on the bed, her legs locked
    around his lean hips, her thighs in his hands, her hands on her
    breasts. She gasped and moaned as he plunged and pistoned
    vigourously in and out of her flesh, ramming and reaming into her
    cunt. Then they slowed and he fucked her from behind, lying behind
    her and stroking smoothly and slowly in and out of her cunt while
    he fondled her breasts and she turned her face to his over her
    shoulder. She mounted him in a deep squat, bucking and jerking
    eagerly up and down, her supple thighs flexing and unflexing, her
    cunt rocking rapidly up and down the length of his cock-shaft, her
    swollen breasts bouncing. He heaved and pumped under her. He
    fucked her again, kneeling on the bed, her body on its side, his
    cock gliding gently to and fro.

    On and on they went, untiring, their hunger for each other
    insatiable. He fucked her from behind, kneeling on the bed on his
    haunches, his buttocks on his heels and she knelt on his lap, her
    legs folded outside his and ran her cunt up and down his
    cock-shaft while he fondled her breasts and kissed her when she
    turned her face to his. Anuja turned on her back and he bent her
    legs up high, his hands on the insides of her thighs, folding her
    in half and fucked her demonically, thrusting madly in and out of
    her cunt, his thighs pounding and pummelling her buttocks, her
    body rocking and jerking wildly, her breasts bouncing, her face
    spinning from side to side. Then he sodomised her again, on her
    back, her legs still raised and bent up over her torso, pushing
    and squeezing his cock as deep as he could into her anus. Anuja
    masturbated wildly. He paused and they sixty-nined and she
    orgasmed again and again, the pent up tension now bursting
    through. He could not hold back much longer and, standing on the
    bed, fucking her mouth as she knelt before him, he came in her
    face. Anuja moaned and swallowed his jizz, shaking his cock and
    spattering her face and breasts with his seed. They fell asleep in
    each other's arms, their limbs entangled. 

    She woke him at half past five. Jayant stirred and yawned and
    stretched luxuriantly. She smiled and kissed him gently, then
    slipped down to take his cock in her mouth again.

    "You want tea?" she murmured.

    "No, I'm fine. What time is it?"

    "About five-thirty."

    "Mm. When do you want to leave?"

    "As late as possible. We have till midnight."

    "Good. Ohh ... yes ... oh god yes ... mm, suck it Anji ... suck my

    They fucked again, long and slow and the heat and softness of her
    body engulfed him repeatedly. She rocked slowly up and down over
    him, her breasts swinging and bouncing, her necklace tossing.
    Rolling her on her back, he fucked her slowly from top, stroking
    smoothly and steadily in and out of her cunt. They finished with
    him fucking her from behind, squatting astride her hips and
    fucking her rapidly, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of
    her cunt.

    At sunset, they strolled out barefoot on the beach. He was wearing
    only a pair of shorts and she pulled on a button-down shirt, its
    ends knotted below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and a
    pair of tight white shorts that might as well have been painted
    over her. With her hair coiled prettily in a bun above the nape of
    her neck and her eyes freshly lined with *kajal* and no other
    makeup, she looked ravishing. 

    The hotel owned the entire beach-front property along the cove and
    effectively had a private beach. It was deserted except for the
    odd couple on the beach near the hotel. The tide had begun to come
    in. They watched the sun dip below the curved horizon, a huge fat
    ball of orange and gold that sank inexorably into the water. 

    The sunset was glorious, a deep blue burnished with streaks of
    crimson and gold and purple tinged clouds. As the darkness crept
    up, the moon appeared high overhead, a pale three-quarter orb.
    They ambled on hand-in-hand. 

    When they reached the far end of the cove, it was much darker, and
    the wind had picked up, rustling the palm fronds and whipping the
    waves. The moon cast a silvery sheen on the sand. Turning at the
    far end of the beach, they walked down to the water.

    Standing in ankle deep water, Anuja leaned back against her
    cousin. He wrapped his arms around her and they stood in a
    comfortable, companionable silence, enjoying the wind and the
    waves and the sand. He bent his head and pressed his lips to the
    nape of her neck, just below her hair. She sighed and closed her

    "I love you," he murmured. "With all my heart. Have I told you

    "Only about a million quadrillion times. Mostly after you cum."

    "I like coming."

    "So do I."

    "Who'd have guessed?" he chuckled softly.

    He nuzzled her throat and she turned her face to his, her full,
    luscious lips fluttering under his, her tongue slipping sexily in
    and out of his mouth. Jayant slid his hands up her body. Her shirt
    was unbuttoned, its ends knotted below her breasts, and the fleshy
    mounds strained at the tight cloth which squeezed them together to
    form a deep and inviting cleavage. His fingers trickled under her
    shirts and he loosened the knot and pulled the shirt open over her
    breasts, exposing them to the elements and his tender caresses.
    She responded instantly, her tongue quickening in his mouth, her
    breath soft on his face, her breasts growing heavy and warm with
    excitement, her nipples jumping erect. He lifted and squeezed her
    breasts, enjoying their weight and size and superb form, squeezing
    them gently. Anuja swept her tongue through his ear. Jayant moved
    his hands down her body gently and unbuttoned her shorts, slowly
    pulled down the zipper fly and, peeling them open, rolled them
    down her legs. They puddled in the waves lapping at their feet.
    Anuja turned in his arms and, slipping her hands around his neck,
    kissed him fiercely, grinding her naked body against his. Jayant
    held her tight and close, his hands on her buttocks. Her hot
    breasts squashed against his hard chest.

    Anuja's face was soft with desire when she moved her lips from his
    and dragged her tongue sexily down his body, kissing and licking
    his small, dark, hard nipples. Her fingers traced the contours of
    his chest and belly and, moving lower, flicked open the button
    clasp of his shorts, unzipped them, pulled them open and down his
    legs. They too fell in the water at their feet. Jayant grunted in
    pleasure as her gentle fingers curled around his long penis and
    began to work it deftly. Her mouth was hot and her teeth sharp on
    his nipples, sucking, letting go, sucking again, letting go.

    Slowly, Anuja sank to the sand before him, her fingers working his
    cock, masturbating him dexterously. As his cock thickened and
    swelled, she flipped the foreskin back and, opening her mouth, her
    head tilted to one side, her eyes half-closed, swirled her tongue
    lasciviously over the bulging cock-head. Jayant grunted softly,
    his belly rippling inward, his head bent to watch. Round and round
    her tongue went, coiling sinuously around the thick knob while her
    graceful fingers pumped his shaft, her finger-rings glinting in
    the moonlight. Jayant waited patiently, savouring the delicate
    pleasure of her soft, moist tongue winding around his cock-head,
    the warmth of her breath on his groins. 

    The heady taste and odour of his cock aroused her; it was too much
    to resist. She opened her mouth wide and slipped her full, sensual
    lips around his cock-head and shaft, her teeth scraping down the
    stem. Jayant groaned softly. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and wet
    and moist and she began to suck his cock heavily and deeply, still
    working the cock-head in her mouth with her tongue. The sensation
    was exquisite and his cock ballooned swiftly, filling her mouth
    and distending her face. Jayant moaned softly in pleasure, moving
    her head with his hands, rocking his hips back and forth. His cock
    glistened and gleamed between her lips. Pausing, breathing hard,
    she licked his balls, caressed her face with his penis, squeezed
    it between her breasts as she tongued his navel. Gently, he pushed
    her head down and she took his cock in her mouth again, sucking it
    with a deep and abiding hunger. 

    "Mm ... yes ... ohh yes ... oh yes, Anji, yes ... suck it ... oh
    yes, that's good ... yes ... ohhh uhh yes ... ahh, yes, that's it
    ... c'mon ... suck it!"

    The tide rose steadily and now gentle waves lapped at her naked
    buttocks as she knelt before him, washing around her knees and
    calves and his feet and ankles. His penis throbbed hot in her
    mouth and spurted pre-cum gunk. She whimpered and slowed her
    cock-sucking, lasciviously licking the slimy seed off his
    cock-head. Jayant pushed her head away, yearning for the rest.

    They fucked slowly and gently, drowning themselves in each other's
    bodies, oblivious to the falling night and growling surf. Anuja
    lay on her back on the wet sand and, bending over her, his arms
    outstretched, Jayant pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips. Anuja
    reached down with one hand to guide him into her flesh, her other
    hand on his shoulder. Slowly, Jayant flexed his buttocks and eased
    his hips forward. Anuja moaned and arched under him as his hot,
    hard, long, throbbing cock surged into her flesh. He groaned
    thickly and began to fuck her with long, slow, deep thrusts,
    rocking his hips up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing,
    his cock running smoothly in and out of her wet, hot, tight,
    clonic cunt. Anuja whimpered softly, rocking and lurching under
    him, her hips rising and falling with his in an erotic cadence,
    her legs spread wide and knees raised on either side of his lean
    hips. He bent his head and kissed her, his tongue slipping into
    her mouth and she sucked it sensuously, her arms around his
    thickly muscled shoulders.

    This was divine, intense sex, each drowning in the other, their
    eyes locked on each other's faces, no words needed, their soft
    gasps saying everything. Her face was radiant with pleasure, her
    lips parted, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared. The little
    nose-stud winked and the moonbeams picked out the dainty birth
    marks on her face and neck and breasts and belly. On and on they
    went in a rocking, curving rhythm, neither wanting it to end. The
    tide rose higher and the sea lapped at her buttocks and cunt,
    curled around her back and shoulders, wetting her neck and hair.
    His ankles and knees and thighs spluttered in the hissing waves,
    the rocking of the sea seeming to match their rhythm in half-beat.

    Suddenly, Jayant was overwhelmed by a sense of despair. He saw
    himself losing her forever and the thought was unbearable. He
    groaned and rocked deep into her, drawing a shuddering gasp. The
    years of loving had so attuned one to the other's needs that she
    understood instantly and knew what to do.

    "Jayant," she murmured, pulling his head down to hers. "Fuck me
    hard. Hurt me. I want you to."

    He moaned and, lifting his buttocks, rammed down hard into her.
    Anuja gasped and arched under him.

    "No," she moaned. "Not like this. From behind. Fuck me from
    behind. Like the other girls you fuck. Like the other men fuck

    Jayant groaned and slid out of her and she turned over on her
    forearms and knees in the rising water, facing the far horizon.
    Jayant knelt behind her in the white-capped, frothing surf that
    curled and swept around their bodies and quickly squeezed his cock
    between her buttocks and into her cunt. Anuja gasped loudly,
    arching her back, her head rising, her face radiant with pleasure
    as his big cock surged into her flesh. Jayant groaned desperately
    and, gripping her hips, began fucking her furiously, ramming and
    reaming his cock in and out of her cunt, slamming his hips back
    and forth feverishly. Anuja cried out, her voice ragged and sharp
    as his huge penis plundered her flesh, pistoning and plunging
    madly in and out of her wet cunt-flesh. The sea slapped at her
    pendulous breasts and the salty spray speckled her pretty face.
    Faster and faster he went, fucking her demonically. Her body
    rocked and jerked under his, her heavy, swollen breasts swinging,
    her gold necklace in the water. She came violently and he gasped,
    his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks and rammed
    deep into her flesh again and again till at last he could hold
    back no longer. Buried deep in her cunt, he groaned and exploded,
    shooting thick jets of hot jizz into her hungry, wet slit.

    He slid out of her slowly and they stumbled into the surf, panting
    and gasping, letting the water wash over them. The sea caressed
    their naked bodies, the new waves running over them, lifting and
    rocking their bodies, the retreating tide, slithering sensuously
    over their flesh. She turned to him, her body half across his, her
    hair loosened, sweeping over her face and smiled sadly.

    "My love," she whispered. "I don't want to lose you."

    Hot tears pricked his eyes and then she broke down and wept like a
    child, her body wracked by heaving sobs. He couldn't hold himself
    either and the emotions welled up and poured out in heavy tears
    that coursed down his cheeks. His face crumpled and he wept
    helplessly, sobbing pitifully. They held each other close, kissing
    and hugging one another fiercely.

    The outburst of pain and sorrow drained them. Finally, they
    quietened and lay together silently, sniffling. He broke down
    again and she moaned and held his head to her breast, rocking and
    cradling him like a lost child. At last, he shook himself out of
    his fear and anguish.

    Slowly, they lurched to their feet and scrabbled in the wet
    darkness for their clothes. They were drenched and they slipped
    into them uncomfortably. They started back down the beach in
    silence, her hand clenched tightly in his. 

    Returning to their room, they showered and then made love again in
    bed, slowly and gently with infinite sadness and intense pleasure.
    She mounted him, straddling his lap on her knees and slowly
    impaling her cunt on his cock. He groaned and arched up into her,
    his hands sliding up her body to her breasts, cupping and
    caressing them. She smiled at him and her eyes were full of a deep
    sadness that overwhelmed him and made him want to cry again. She
    saw his reaction and silenced him with a kiss, bending and pushing
    her tongue into his mouth.

    "No," she whispered. "Not now. Not now, Jayant."

    Jayant understood and took a grip on himself. He reared up into
    her slowly and she rose on her arms, her face tilted back and,
    biting her lower lip, swirled her hips slowly in tight circles,
    mashing her cunt-flesh with his massive cock. They rocked together
    gently and slowly, her body rising and falling over his bucking
    hips, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his cock. Her
    breasts bounced and her gold necklace tossed as she moved faster,
    climbing rapidly to her climax, not caring about holding back now,
    sweeping him with her. They came together, their orgasms colliding
    in an explosion of pleasure and grief.

    They checked out at eleven and Osmond was at the desk. There would
    be no charge, he said. Their stay was on the house. Jayant
    protested, but gave in; Osmond was adamant. He smiled at Anuja who
    suddenly leaned across the desk and kissed him, feeling sorry for
    the fat man in his loneliness.

    As they turned to go, Osmond stopped them.

    "Listen," he said. "Please." 

    He looked hesitant and unsure and Anuja smiled. "What is it Ossie?
    Tell us."

    "I ... er ... well, see, men, it is like this. Next weekend,
    Saturday night that is, there is a big party over here. Very rich
    people are coming. They have booked the whole bleddy hotel, men.
    The whole bleddy hotel."

    "So? Good for you."

    "No men. I mean yes and business and all will be booming, men, but
    this is different, men. Not usual."

    "Meaning what?"

    "A special party, men. They want special treat and special

    "So do it."

    "Yes men, that is why only I am asking y'all. See, they are
    wanting to have a show, you know what I mean, what kind of show."

    Anuja and Jayant looked at him and then at each other, and at him

    "You mean a live show."

    "Yes men."

    "A girl being fucked for an audience."

    "Oh, yes, that is right, exactly. On the beach it will be, moon
    and all, very pretty. And they will be paying, also, good money,
    very good, fifty thousand in cash on the nail."

    "And Anuja is the girl you have in mind?"

    Osmond choked. "If ... sir, please ... I have promised so many
    things ...,"

    Jayant looked at her and she nodded briefly. He turned to Osmond
    and grinned, clapped him on the shoulder. 

    "Hey, cool it, dude. We're buddies remember, and we owe you. Thing
    is, we don't know if we can make it. You know, getting away for
    the night and all."

    "I understand." Osmond looked crushed.

    Anuja giggled and pecked him on the cheek. "Oh, Ossie, you silly
    goose. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I just meant we'd let you
    know. Can I call you tomorrow and confirm? If I can't, I'll send
    someone else. Someone as good. OK?"

    Osmond beamed, his round face glistening with relief. "Oh thank
    you, thank you, Anuja madam. Thank you. You are the best friends
    for me, men. Swear on god, men. Swear on God. Best friends."

    They smiled and reassured him and he followed them out to the car
    and waited as Jayant backed out carefully and then moved forward.
    Jayant waved his hand from the window. In the car, Anuja turned
    and looked out the rear windscreen.

    "I feel sorry for him," she murmured. "He's lonely."

    "Are you going to do it?"

    "I want to. It's tempting."

    "Do it then."

    "I will. If I can dodge my parents. You will be here, won't you?"

    Jayant smiled at her. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Anuja my
    heart. Not for the world."

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