18-06-2019, 04:18 PM
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.
"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.
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