Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anuja moans ecstatically. She is on her front, on her forearms and knees, her body rocking and lurching back and forth, her breasts hot, swollen, pendulous, jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging to and fro.

Kneeling behind her is a thin, reedy teenager. He is no more than fourteen or fifteen. He has a thin, sharp, almost cruel face, with a knife-blade nose, fleshy lips with a wisp of a mustache over the upper lip.

His eyes are small and wide, and he has long hair that curls over his scrawny neck. His light coloured body is almost painfully thin.

He has small, dark nipples. His chest and belly are flat and hard, hairless, but without defined musculature.

Tufts of hair peep from under his arms. His buttocks are flat and taut, his hips narrow, his arms and legs thin and long. He wears a black thread with around his neck, another on one wrist and a third girdles his waist.

The boy's cock is of terrifying, impossible proportions. Baban thinks the gargantuan organ, fully ten inches long and over two inches thick, with enormous, low, heavy testicles, the shaft shorn smoothly to the base, the scrotum, too, is incongruous, even ridiculous, on the boy's spindly physique.

Anuja obviously doesn't share his opinion. Judging by the expression on her face and her love-calls, she loves it. She moans and gasps loudly, rocking and jerking and lurching back and forth on all fours like a rutting bitch.

Her cunt slides up and down the length of the gargantuan penis. Her gold necklace swings wildly, her swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and bounce. Her face is a vision of lust, the eyes hooded, the mouth open and her cries are sharp with excitement.

"OHHHH ... uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH uh OHHHHH!" she moans. "Oh ma uhh *hanh* uhh *hanh* uh *hanh* uhhh OHHHHHH!"

The boy fucks her unhurriedly, scarcely out of breath. His hands are over her buttocks, spreading them open, his fingers curved up towards her back, his thumbs angled down, pointing inward to her anus.

His penis glistens, thick and long and hard, shining with their juices. It rasps and grinds in and out of her cunt, distending and filling it, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

He swings his hips in a smooth, steady rhythm, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately. He moves her body back and forth to suit his pleasure.

"Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... c'mon, slut ... take it ... yeh ... take my prick, bitch!" the boy mutters in his thin, adolescent voice.

He grins at one of the waiting men, who is watching him transfixed.

"Hot piece of ass," he chuckles softly, fucking her with sharp, jabbing thrusts now. "Nice tight cunt. Hot, too. Real sweet."

Grinning, showing uneven teeth, he slides his hands up her fair, smooth body and squeezes her heavy, pendulous breasts. Anuja gasps and moans, her face arching, suffused with lust.

The boy bends over her and she turns her face over her shoulder to his. He kisses her roughly, jamming his tongue into her mouth, crushing her breasts in his bony hands, his hips rocking swiftly back and forth, his cock plunging greedily in and out of her cunt.

He lifts his hips, sliding his cock out of her and then, with a sudden flex of his hips, rams into her cunt hard, his buttocks snapping together.

Anuja tears her face away and cries out loudly, her face contorting in lust. The boy chuckles and grins and pinches her nipples, squeezes her heavy, hot breasts. She writhes her buttocks against his.

Again he jerks out and slams into her, and yet again. Anuja cries out, lurching and gasping and rocking under him. He fucks her faster, his thighs slapping loudly against her buttocks, bouncing off her flesh.

"C'mon ... now c'mon bitch ... take it ... yeh ... take it ... oh fuck yes ... take my dick, whore ... c'mon! Take it! *hanh* uh *hanh* uh *hanh* uh *hanh* uh *hanh*!"

He is upright on his knees again and now his face is flushed with rising excitement. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist and hips as he grips her fiercely and jerks her body violently back and forth, slamming his hips to and fro, ramming his enormous cock in and out of her cunt.

"OH! Oh ma uh *hanh* uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHH uh OHHHHH uhh OHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cries loudly.

Faster and faster he goes, fucking her brutally now, ramming and reaming his cock deep into her cunt, hammering his hips at her buttocks.

Her body lurches and jerks under his thrusts, her necklace swinging wildly, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously. Her cries are sharp and loud.

"Oh uhh ohh uhhh oh ma uh *hanh* uh *hanh* uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Oh yes Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma uh ah uh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! *hanh* uhhh *hanh* uhh oh ma *hanh* fuck me hard!"

The boy gasps and ram-fucks her swiftly, his mouth open, panting and gasping, his penis plunging in and out of her flesh, his thighs cannoning off her buttocks, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously under his mad thrusts.

Anuja was congenitally unfaithful. She continued her torrid affair with Dinkar and his brother. They introduced her to three black students who lived in the college hostel and had incredibly muscular bodies and huge cocks.

She fucked them all. On one glorious Saturday night, she fucked all three blacks simultaneously, while Dinkar looked on.

She fucked other students. She continued fucking Baban and the other servants. And whenever Jayant visited, they fucked like wild demons.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

On holiday in different parts of the country, Anuja found new and exciting ways of escaping into her heaven of desire. There were horsemen in Matheran; a boatman in Kodaikanal and another in Mahableshwar.

A gang of golf caddies and ballboys fucked her for three hours in a thicket at the edge of the Nagpur golf course while Jayant and his father played eighteen holes.

A tour guide showed her Baz Bahadur and Rani Roopmati's love pavilion in Mandu and, aroused by the history of the place, they fucked in a little alcove overlooking the valley. On a cold spring morning in Simla, Anuja walked in the forests and found two woodcutters, already hot and sweating sexily. They did not hesitate when she offered herself to them.

In the sweltering summer heat at Halebid, there were four athletes at the local gym, the *akhada*, big men with strong, sculpted bodies and thick penises. They fucked her heavily and slowly for over an hour.

In Rajasthan, the men were magnificent, handsome and virile. She had a lover in the Lake Palace Hotel in Udaipur who fucked her through the night in a stunning suite while, outside the carved window lattices, the moonlight danced on the water.

She went on a camel ride in the desert outside Jaisalmer and they camped at night among the dunes and Anuja whimpered and writhed under the canvas as the two camel drivers fucked her together in her cunt and anus, their bloated penises sawing in and out of her flesh. Outside, the wind caressed the sand.

Among the erotic carvings on the temples at Khajuraho, Anuja found a handsome young priest to fuck her after the tourists had gone.

She writhed under his lithe, hot, sweating body on the temple plinth.

Around them, the stone danced under the stars in bewildering sexual contortions, inspiring Anuja and her lover.

They attempted as many of the depicted positions as they could, till at last they were exhausted, their bodies sticky with sweat and sex.

At home, there was no dearth of new adventure. There were handcart pullers and construction gang workers, dark, strong, muscular men with thick penises and a rough demanding manner in bed that excited her.

There was the milkboy early in the morning while the household slept and the lad who delivered the newspapers, even the odd urchin who caught her fancy.

The teenage milkboy continues fucking Anuja. She is on her back now and his body is angled over hers on knees and outstretched arms, his hands crushing her breasts while he swings his hips rhythmically back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.

Anuja whimpers and cries out thickly, her head rolling from side to side, clenching his forearms. The boy's shoulders are hunched and his head is bent between them. His enormous penis grinds deeply in and out of her cunt.

Her legs are spread wide and raised high, the knees bent, her feet in the small of his back.

His huge penis squeezes and crushes into her cunt, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

"OHHHHH uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH yes!" Anuja cries.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma yes uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh* ... fuck me! Fuck me hard ... ohhhhhhh uhhh *hanh* ... that's it!"

The boy grins down at her and thrusts deep into her cunt, making her gasp and moan, driving the breath from her throat. He pulls out and thrusts in again, and yet again, and gradually picks up speed.

His hips rock smoothly up and down, back and forth and his huge cock pistons and plunges in and out of her cunt in a mesmerising rhythm. Each thrust rocks her body up onto the small of her back.

Anuja's head is arched, her neck craned, her face tilted up.

"OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!" she cries as the huge penis bursts in and out of her cunt. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHH!"

The boy gasps thickly. "Take it ... c'mon, whore, take it! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yes ohhh yes ... take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it!"

Anuja fucked incessantly. She was not a nymphomaniac; there was nothing pathological about her desire for sexual gratification. She enjoyed sex enormously, it was as simple and uncomplicated as that.

The physical pleasure was for her so intense and satisfying that she saw no reason to deny herself, nor to complicate her enjoyment by complex emotional ties that could only cause pain.

Sex was a passion she indulged. With each lover, she gave herself utterly and entirely. There was nothing mechanical or arid about her copulation.

She told Baban of her affairs. He did not mind; after all, it was he who had brought other men to her. While he was still passionately fond of her, he was resigned to the fact that they could never share a life, no matter how much his heart desired it.

She was a *memsahib*, he a mere servant. He felt no remorse or anger, and enjoyed hearing her narrate how her various lovers fucked her.

It aroused him, and Anuja learned how to goad him during sex by comparing him to other men.

"Come on, Baban," she would gasp, writhing and heaving under him. "Fuck me ... fuck my cunt, Baban ... like Philip does ... oh yes ... shove it in, Baban ... all of it ... Ohhh yes ... just like Mike ... his cock's ... bigger ... you know ... harder ... so is ... the cook's ... he's good, too ... loves fucking my ass ... I love being fucked by him ... come on come on come on ohhhh yes!"

Even as her servant fucked her, Anuja was thinking of the handsome, muscular youth with the expensive after-shave who had driven her to such paroxysms of joy the previous evening.

His name was Arvind, and he was her latest lover. Mark had graduated and left for America to do a doctorate.

Arvind took her to his house and fucked her in his bedroom, plying her body relentlessly with his tongue and teeth and wonderfully swollen penis. It was bigger by far than Baban's, longer and thicker and harder.

Though not much older than herself, he had considerable sexual experience, and his lovemaking had a heavy, demanding, relentless rhythm that finally exhausted her.

Anuja lay naked beneath him, her legs spread wide, her fingers digging into his thick shoulders, her body jerking and lurching and rocking with his thrusts.

His enormous penis surged into her cunt-flesh, rasping and grinding deeply in and out, in and out, in and out. Anuja was dizzy with the pleasure.

She moaned delirious obscenities, goading him to fuck her harder.

His cock seemed to fill every inch of her cunt and she could feel the thick veins throbbing along its length. Her swollen breasts wobbled as she jerked and writhed beneath him.

"Ohh Arvind! Yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Arvind! Fuck my cunt! Ohhh god yes!"

The handsome youth took her powerfully and relentlessly, driving her from one orgasm to another, changing positions frequently, pausing deftly, just as she was on the verge of a climax, to make her suck his cock or to lick her slit.

Laughing at her obscene love-calls, Arvind fucked her again and again till she was feverish with lust.

At last, fucking her on her back once more, plunging his cock hungrily into her cunt over and over, making her gasp and cry out sharply with each piercing thrust, he came violently, timing his orgasm seconds after hers.

He flung his head back and rammed his cock deep into her, his hips twitching rapidly at her groin. Anuja gasped as his penis erupted. It was a copious load, stinging hot jets of jizz spurting endlessly into her cunt.

Finally, it ebbed and he smiled down at her and gently rocked his hips back and forth, pulling his penis out of her slowly. It was heavenly.

"You're great, babe," he murmured, kissing her. "Really good."






Thought of updating as most of you guys have be PM'ing me for Sunday Special so uploading the same.

Hope Sunday Special will be exciting for your guys.

Smita

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anuja's afternoons with Baban grew shorter and more infrequent as she spent more time with other lovers like Arvind.

Like Baban and Mark and the others, Arvind, too, delighted in her flesh and she surprised him with her skill and enthusiasm.

Despite his experience, he had never fucked a woman's ass. Anuja loved being butt-fucked. She invited Arvind to try it, taking him unawares. He looked stunned.

Laughing at his expression, she turned around and offered her rear to him, clawing her buttocks open for his pleasure.

Arvind hesitated for a second and then, spurred by her obscene words, squeezed his thick penis into her anus.

Anuja was ecstatic. Arvind fucked her butt slowly and heavily, apparently unable to get enough of it.

Later, he confessed that it was the best fuck he had ever known. After that, they did it regularly, and their affair grew more torrid.

For a few months, the relationship excited and aroused her and then she began to tire of it.

Arvind was handsome and capable, but now there was an increasing sameness to their sex, and they seldom talked or chatted as friends as she did with Baban.

They would go to his house, strip, she would suck his cock for a while, he would lick her cunt and then they would fuck for an hour or so before she left.

Anuja was not the kind to sever ties abruptly. One afternoon, as she rocked slowly up and down on his penis, astride his groin, she told him that she wanted to break off. To her surprise, he understood.

They agreed that their relationship could not last, and that except for the sex, they shared nothing. The relief seemed to sharpen their desire and that last afternoon they fucked like ones possessed.

He wanted her in every orifice, and she wanted nothing else. He fucked her repeatedly and, at the end, she was sweating and exhausted.

They parted as friends and she returned to Baban. He accepted this, too, with equanimity, wordlessly communicating his commitment to her.

She smiled happily in his arms and then pulled him over her with feverish urgency, bucking hungrily under him as his throbbing, rock-hard penis stroked in and out of her cunt, calling obscenely to him.

Baban fucked her happily, giving without reserve, knowing with a deep ache in his heart that it was only a question of time before she found another man. Still, she would return to him again, and he would always be there for her.

That gave him peace.

The milkboy moves faster, his hands squeezing and mauling her breasts, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly, his hips bucking and bobbing swiftly up and down.

His gargantuan shaft plunges and pistons and rams and reams into her cunt, distending her cunt-lips wide open, mashing her dripping wet cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

He cries out suddenly and rams wildly into her, pauses, lurches out, rams in again. Anuja gasps and cries out, arching steeply under him, her face contorting and twisting, her head jerked to one side, her body rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing violently.

With a shuddering moan, the boy jerks out of her and masturbates violently for a few seconds and then explodes.

Anuja gasps as the thick jizz shoots from his cock-head and jets over her body, thick streams of it striking her belly and breasts and even her face.

His load is copious and he keeps coming. His cock still spurting, he squeezes it back into her cunt and fucks her again gently for a few seconds.

Anuja's face creases in a smile of pleasure and she pulls his face down to hers and kisses him languorously, caressing his smooth, hard back.

He fucks her gently, his hips twitching back and forth at her cunt.

Baban was right. A few weeks after she broke off with Arvind, Anuja found another lover. That relationship was even shorter than the one with Arvind.

Her new lover was as capable and they fucked feverishly, their hunger unabated time after time.

Soon he too left her life, going abroad to study. After him, there was another, a married man with two children and an incontinent spirit his arid wife had no desire to satiate.

He took refuge in Anuja, who welcomed the handsome man with fine, muscular build and gentle manner, with open arms and spread legs, offering herself without reserve for his pleasure, letting him live out every fantasy.

That, too, passed and there were others.

In college, Anuja continued to take lovers, alternating between them and Baban for another three years. By the time she finished her Master's, at twenty-five, Baban and she had been lovers for eight years. In that time, she had fucked more men that most women did in a lifetime, servants, drivers, cooks, fellow students.

Then she came to know Siddharth and started the most enduring affair of her life.

Sex with Siddharth was unlike any she had known. He possessed her utterly, body and soul and mind. Her orgasms were intense, prolonged, shattering experiences.

He aroused to her fever pitch: By turns tender and rough, fire and ice, silken smooth in his caresses one minute and rasping over her body like sandpaper the next, her tormented her relentlessly till she was whimpering like a whore.

His penis was gargantuan, the biggest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever known. When he fucked her, it was with a deftness of touch and a sureness of timing that drove her wild.

She had never known a man so finely attuned to a woman's sexual needs. With him, no words were necessary: Unerringly sensing her moods and desires, he gave without reserve, sweeping her along in tidal waves of ecstasy.

Anuja could not get enough of him and for a few weeks, slept with no one else, surprising herself with her unwonted fidelity.

There was nothing she would not do for him. He was the most complete, accomplished, controlled lover she had ever known. He was already married, to the bewitching nymphomaniac, Sunnu.

A few months after they first slept together, he introduced her to his clandestine sexual empire, Hedon & Venery.

He told her about it one evening at his stunning penthouse apartment, while they were fucking. Anuja whimpered softly and writhed on his lap, her cunt impaled on his mammoth penis.

Siddharth smiled at her and, masterful lover that he was, swirled his hips deftly under her, mashing her cunt and clitoris with his cock.

She moaned and he craned his neck and sucked tenderly on her swollen, aching breasts.

His hands roamed her body, gliding in gentle caresses over her breasts, her back, her buttocks, his fingers probing her anus delicately.

Then he told her about Hedon & Venery in his deep baritone voice, gentle and caressing, erotic in itself, even as he kept fucking her, moving deftly so that she was forever on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm.

Anuja listened in awe, torn between the exquisite sensations in her loins and the eroticism of which he spoke. It was the realisation of a cherished fantasy, an erotic fusion of sex and profit, money and pleasure, anticipation and fulfilment. He asked her to join.

Anuja was overwhelmed. She had long dreamed of being a whore, of being paid to be fucked, of making money by having the best fun there was.

[₹veena]

Liked the stories, but too long.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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On holiday in different parts of the country, Anuja found new and exciting ways of escaping into her heaven of desire. There were horsemen in Matheran; a boatman in Kodaikanal and another in Mahableshwar.

A gang of golf caddies and ballboys fucked her for three hours in a thicket at the edge of the Nagpur golf course while Jayant and his father played eighteen holes.

A tour guide showed her Baz Bahadur and Rani Roopmati's love pavilion in Mandu and, aroused by the history of the place, they fucked in a little alcove overlooking the valley. On a cold spring morning in Simla, Anuja walked in the forests and found two woodcutters, already hot and sweating sexily. They did not hesitate when she offered herself to them.

In the sweltering summer heat at Halebid, there were four athletes at the local gym, the *akhada*, big men with strong, sculpted bodies and thick penises. They fucked her heavily and slowly for over an hour.

In Rajasthan, the men were magnificent, handsome and virile. She had a lover in the Lake Palace Hotel in Udaipur who fucked her through the night in a stunning suite while, outside the carved window lattices, the moonlight danced on the water.

She went on a camel ride in the desert outside Jaisalmer and they camped at night among the dunes and Anuja whimpered and writhed under the canvas as the two camel drivers fucked her together in her cunt and anus, their bloated penises sawing in and out of her flesh. Outside, the wind caressed the sand.

Among the erotic carvings on the temples at Khajuraho, Anuja found a handsome young priest to fuck her after the tourists had gone.

She writhed under his lithe, hot, sweating body on the temple plinth.

Around them, the stone danced under the stars in bewildering sexual contortions, inspiring Anuja and her lover.

They attempted as many of the depicted positions as they could, till at last they were exhausted, their bodies sticky with sweat and sex.

At home, there was no dearth of new adventure. There were handcart pullers and construction gang workers, dark, strong, muscular men with thick penises and a rough demanding manner in bed that excited her.

There was the milkboy early in the morning while the household slept and the lad who delivered the newspapers, even the odd urchin who caught her fancy.

The teenage milkboy continues fucking Anuja. She is on her back now and his body is angled over hers on knees and outstretched arms, his hands crushing her breasts while he swings his hips rhythmically back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.


Well Smita I think your Anuja is like an businessman who is into all kind of business kisko bhi nahi choda yarr

Whatever words you have chosen is outstanding

Never read sentences like the one you have posted about Anuja that was awesome out of the blue or what to say once in a blue moon you read such outstanding words

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Very hot and spicey no words just kay bat hai kay bat hai kay battttttt haiiiii

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Thank you guys for the wonderful comments and following up the story eagerly as eagerly I am trying to post the same and excite you all

Smita

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The idea of prostitution was sexy, the thought of fucking rank strangers and succumbing to their demands and getting paid for it inherently provocative.

He took her to see it, showed her its spreading tentacles. It was an awesome enterprise. Devoted entirely to the provision of sexual pleasure, it had grown over the years into an international colossus.

Barring only child abuse (the minimum age was fifteen, and that, too, was only for exceptional cases), slavery and torture, it pandered to every sexual need. Films, magazines, live-shows, aphrodisiacs, sexual aids, gigolos, whores -- it had them all.

Anuja was to be part of this hedonism. She was thrilled. Here was the finest sex available, on call, and she would pay handsomely for it, to boot. She agreed, and became a whore.

Always sensible and cautious, perfectly attuned to her interest, Siddharth imposed a limitation. She would service only very, very select clients, who could be counted on never to reveal her role to the outside world.

All films and magazines featuring her were for select circulation in carefully selected international sectors only. The live shows would be by invitation only. And her hours were very restricted.

All these limitations were subject to review, of course, he said, if circumstances warranted. But not for now. Anuja didn't mind. It was sound advice.

The only persons she told were Baban and Jayant and, one evening, they watched her at work. She was doing a live-show that night, with three men, for an audience of twelve. Baban and Jayant were astounded.

The performance was incredibly erotic, imaginative, esthetic and skillfully choreographed. Anuja had multiple orgasms on stage before a dozen staring eyes.

The show climaxed, literally, with all three men, heavily muscled and enormously endowed, fucking her simultaneously in cunt and mouth and ass. Baban came in his pants.

Anuja's life took on a new rhythm. Three times a week, she worked for the company, and the other afternoons she spent with Baban.

Sometimes, she spent an evening with Siddharth or one of the several handsome young men from his office or the seraglio.

The next four years were the happiest of her life. Her career was doing well, and, by any standards, she had the finest of lovers. At the seraglio, she was much in demand, her high price and relative inaccessibility only adding to her allure.

At home, she had Siddharth, his friends, magnificent lovers all, Jayant, Baban and the other servants.

Blissfully ignorant of her abditory life, her parents tried frantically to get her married. By Indian standards, she was already too old, at twenty-nine. Her parents searched incessantly for a suitable match.

She was introduced her to a never-ending stream of young men. Anuja rejected all her suitors: None of them attracted her in the least.

Then her maternal aunt introduced her to Avinash. He was devastatingly handsome, superbly built, intelligent, suave and wealthy. He ran an electronics company that he had built up from scratch.

Already, it was one of the hottest issues in the market. He came from good, solid Maharashtrian stock.

Later, her mother, smiling, asked her what she thought. Anuja looked at Avinash and instantly wondered how good he'd be in bed. He looked at her steadily, calmly and she felt a frisson of excitement.

He was very sexy, easily the most attractive suitor she had met. Resigned to the fact that she could not oppose her parents much longer, and since Siddharth was already married, she decided that if she had to get married, it might as well be someone like Avinash. Instead of her usual we'll-see response, Anuja smiled warmly and accepted.

Her mother was ecstatic and promptly conveyed her acceptance. They were to be married two months later.

Anuja dreaded the loss of the liberty it portended. Siddharth took her in his arms one evening as they lay together after sex. He told her not to worry. One never can tell, he said, life is full of imponderables.

Wait and see. Finish the work in hand. Anuja was tense and he soothed her, and, in his unique fashion, gently aroused her with delicate caresses of his lips and tongue and fingers. Soon, she was trembling and whimpering eagerly, begging to be fucked.

He fucked her slowly and she gasped in joy as his enormous penis slid into her flesh.

Anuja completed her assignments at Hedon & Venery a fortnight before the wedding, when they shot the last footage of a steamy pornographic movie about a young girl's progression from innocent teenager to accomplished whore.

Anuja played the lead role, and, in a two hour epic, was fucked in eighteen separate encounters by a dozen men and three women; lesbian sex was one of the many things Hedon & Venery had taught her to enjoy.

The film ended in a wild orgy, with Anuja being fucked hard by a series of men who mounted her in a bewildering variety of positions, plundering her every orifice, taking her singly, in pairs, in trios and even four at a time.

The last shot was a lingering fade of Anuja lying naked on the floor of a deserted living room, her body coated in the spunk of a dozen men, masturbating dreamily with a large dildo, even as the doorbell sounded.

The film was a sizzler, and Anuja got a standing ovation as she walked off the set.

In her dressing-room, in the traditions of Hedon & Venery, Anuja entertained three or four spot-boys and lower-echelon film crew. They were hot, randy youths, massively turned on by her film and fantasising about being studs themselves someday.

Fucking the lead star was a chance to live out their fantasies. Anuja knew that many of their kind had risen, in just this way, to become leading studs in major productions; one, Hari, Neha's husband, had even risen to a managerial position.

In this organisation, if you had the talent and the required mind-set, there were no limits.

The boys took turns fucking her, and Anuja noticed one who was particularly good. He took her from behind first, after she had sucked his cock, and his penis was enormous.

He fucked her slowly and steadily at first and then, goaded by her response, harder and harder, till he was ramming and reaming in and out of her like a dervish. Excited by him, she made him fuck her ass, mewing with pleasure as his enormous penis sizzled into her rear channel.

When he came in her asshole, she decided to recommend him for promotion.

The wedding date neared, and Anuja's excitement grew. Avinash seemed to be almost everything she wanted in a husband. Almost, but not quite. Only Siddharth had that privilege.

She knew she always had him whenever she wanted; Avinash was a good second-choice.

She felt sorry for Baban. After all these years, he was a close friend, a trusted companion, a cherished lover. She would have to move to Avinash's house and perhaps would never see Baban again.

He would be lonely without her. These past years had been full of happiness chiefly because of him, and he had devoted himself to her without question or reserve.

The afternoon before the wedding, she stole away to the seraglio with him and, in a private room, they fucked for several hours, exulting in the joy of each other's body, driven by exhilaration and a sharp hunger born of their impending separation.

He fucked her again and again, in her mouth and cunt and ass, changing positions repeatedly. Anuja gasped and cried out, thrashing with him, her body bucking and lurching, her face a vision of raw lust.

Finally, flinging her on her back, he rammed his cock savagely into her and fucked her brutally, making her gasp and cry out sharply. Her face twisted and contorted and he gasped, slamming his hips back and forth, making her arch steeply under him.

He thrust his cock into her repeatedly till he could hold back no longer. He came violently, spewing thick jizz into her cunt.

They lay together in silence for a long while, their bodies turned to one another. When it was time to leave, she pulled him back and kissed him and saw the infinite sadness in his eyes and wept in his arms, grateful for the past he had given her, apprehensive about an uncertain future.




END OF PART 5

WILL BE POSTING PART 6 MANORI BELLE

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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 orifices.

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 remember.

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.

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 together.

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.

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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 direction.

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."

"Anuja."

"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 time."

"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 ..."

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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.

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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 gbang, 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.

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"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."

"Handsome."

"What?"

"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."

"No."

"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 scbang 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 scbangd 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 bang. Okay, it was a gang that banged me, but I wanted it."

"Whatever."

"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 hurt."

"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 girlfriends?"

"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 other?"

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

"Yes."

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, babe."

"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?"

"So why not show her?"

"What?"

"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 decide."

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, upsy-daisy!"

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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 cock.

"Well?" she murmured, smiling sexily.

"Well what?"

"Thought of anything?"

"No."

"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 family."

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 fuck."

"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 explosion.

"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 stretching.

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 crotch.

"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.


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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 you?"

"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 loose.

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.

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"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 again."

"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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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 hOHHHuhhOHHHuhoh uhahhhhuhahhhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh ahhh uhh ah uhh ahhh uhh AHHH uhhh AHHH uhhhh ... AHHH ... uhhh... AHHH ... uhh ... AHH ... uhhh OHUHOHUHOHUHOHUHOHUHOHUHOHHHH!"

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 furiously.

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 FUHHH-UH-H-H-HK UHHMEUHHOHHHH!"

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.


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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.

"OH MA UNH AHUHOHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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 again.

"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 much."

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

"Anuja."

"What?"

"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 complaining."

"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 cock!"

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 eyes.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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

"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 scbanging 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.