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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>
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P E N T A P R I S M
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10
Moaning By The Sea
It was the longest, loneliest night of her life. Anuja lay awake
for hours in the darkness, numbed and dazed by what had happened.
By turns, she raged at herself for her indiscretion, at her want
of judgement, at Avinash. He was sick. The injustice and
humiliation were almost too much to bear. She wept repeatedly in
anger and finally fell asleep in sheer exhaustion.
The next day, Anuja woke late, feeling surprisingly calm and
collected. She did her toilet, coiled her hair loosely in a bun at
the nape of her neck and, wrapping a toweling robe around her
naked body, went out onto the balcony. Avinash was at the round,
wrought-iron, glass-topped table, reading a newspaper, a tea
service before him.
"Good morning," he said brightly, lowering the paper. "Sleep
well?"
"Tea, please." Anuja didn't bother with the niceties.
"Certainly," he said. "I'll call for a fresh pot. Breakfast?"
"No, thank you."
Avinash went into the suite to call room service. He returned with
a video camera and settled down opposite her and began to fiddle
with it. Adjusting it to his satisfaction, he raised it to his
eyes. She ignored him and picked up the newspaper, screening
herself behind it.
"Please," he said softly. "Put that down. You're blocking the
shot."
Very deliberately, Anuja folded the newspaper and tossed it on the
table.
"Thank you."
Suddenly, all the anger and hurt of the night before returned, but
now it was cold and hard. Anuja took a deep breath, looked at
Avinash steadily and considered her situation. She had no choice.
She was trapped and there was not much she could do without
hurting her family and friends. She would have to work through
this. Might as well enjoy it till then, she said to herself.
Avinash was surprised by the sudden, unexpected warmth in her
smile. He arched an eyebrow quizzically. Her smile widened.
Slowly, she pulled at the lapels of the robe. It parted above and
below the belt, showing her naked cleavage, the swell of her
breasts, her belly, the dark grotto between her thighs. Parting
her legs, she slid one hand up her thigh and opened her cunt-lips.
"Shall I frig for you?" she said gently. "Would you like that?"
A smile of pleasure creased his face and he nodded. Already, the
camera was focussed on her crotch. He held it with one hand and
pushed the other between his legs, under his gown. Anuja smiled
and curled a finger gently into her slit.
"Slowly," she said, and moved her free hand under the robe over
her breast. "Nice and slow, like every morning fuck should be,
right?"
Anuja masturbated for the camera, swirling her finger through her
cunt-flesh, fondling her breasts and arousing herself unhurriedly.
Opening her legs wide, she slumped in the chair and, moistening
one fingertip on her tongue, holding her cunt-lips wide open with
the other, rubbed her finger up and down her slit. She sucked in
her breath with an erotic groan.
"Mmm -- that feels good," she smiled. "Oh yes!"
She worked her clitoris rapidly for a few seconds, rubbing it with
her fingertip and knuckle. Her hips writhed on the chair. Slowing
again, she returned to her leisurely up-and-down, in-and-out,
round-and-round finger actions.
Avinash grinned to himself, his penis stirring in his pajamas and
slowly zoomed in. She opened her legs for the camera, working her
cunt and clitoris sexily with a finger-tip. He lingered in a
close-up of her cunt, the lips pulled wide, the long tongue of her
clitoris prominent, flipping back and forth under a long, shapely
fingernail.
"Mmm -- yes -- that feels so good -- ohhh -- if only -- I could --
be fucked now! Fucked with a nice big cock, hot and hard!"
"Room service!"
The sharp, sudden rap on the door made Avinash jump. Anuja smiled.
Avinash went in to answer the door. Anuja straightened herself in
the chair, crossing her legs at the knee and gathering her robe
together again. It was a spectacular day. Bright and cloudless,
the air was sparkling clear. Far away, Anuja could see the golden
sand on the beach and the azure waves pounding it. The leaves of
the swaying palm trees rustled softly. The balcony was high and
quite private, designed for maximum privacy from the prying eyes
of the other guests in the hotel.
The waiter followed Avinash back to the balcony, balancing a large
tray with a silver tea service. He was a handsome youth with a
bright smile. He wished her good morning and set the tray on the
low table before her. Avinash scrawled his signature on the slip
in the leather folder and added an extravagant tip. The waiter
looked pleased.
"Thank you, Michael," he said, putting the folder down on the
table.
The waiter smiled. "Thank you, sir. Welcome back. Shall I make the
tea, madam?"
Anuja looked at the two men. They obviously knew each other. She
caught Avinash's eye. He flicked a glance at Michael and inclined
his head in a little nod of assent. Anuja looked back at the
waiter, who was waiting for an answer.
"Yes, please," Anuja said. "If you would."
"Certainly, madam. Sugar?"
"One please."
The waiter bent over the low table and prepared the tea. Anuja
leaned forward. She looked lovely. Her hair, slightly loosened
now, framed her pretty face in a wave. She tucked it behind her
ear with one hand, the other on her lap discreetly pushing her
lapels open again. The waiter's eyes flicked towards her and he
saw the heavy swell of one breast, the long nipple. He added sugar
and began stirring slowly, looking at her sidelong. She smiled to
herself. The waiter handed Anuja the teacup. She set it down on
the table, and looked up with a smile.
The waiter was clean-shaven, tall, lean, dark, with the slender
features of the local people. He wore a brightly printed
short-sleeved shirt and dark brown trousers. His forearms were
wiry and strong and his shoulders were broad. He straightened and
smiled down at her. Motes of lust glinted in his eyes. She made no
move to cover her breast. Again, his eyes slipped to her
nakedness. He turned to Avinash for a signal. Avinash nodded
again. The waiter winked and a slow smile creased his handsome
features. He turned back to Anuja, who pretended not to notice the
exchange between them.
"Will there be anything else, madam?" he asked softly,
imperceptibly moving closer.
Anuja clinked her teaspoon delicately against the lip of the cup
and set it in the saucer.
"Yes," she said softly. "Yes, there will."
She lifted her hands to coil her hair in a loose knot, and her
breasts lifted under the robe, pushing the lapels apart, exposing
her naked cleavage and most of her belly. The waiter's eyes
lingered on the dusky, firm, roundness of her flesh. Rising to her
feet smoothly, she unbelted her robe, letting it hang open. Her
naked crotch was exposed to his view. She stepped forward and the
waiter chuckled, his eyes glinting, and slid his hands under her
robe. Anuja smiled gently as his hands slid up her naked body and
cupped her breasts. They swelled and grew warm and heavy under his
hard hands, her nipples stiffening. She tilted her face to his,
her lips flowering under his like a lover's. She kissed him
lasciviously, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. The waiter
drew her closer, his hands sliding from her breasts to her naked
buttocks. Squirming erotically against the stranger, Anuja felt
relieved. She could continue to have sex and enjoy herself. She
abandoned herself to her naturally sharp lust. If this was how it
was to be, well, then, she might even be happy.
In one smooth, seamless movement, Anuja shrugged the robe off her
shoulders and slid to her knees before the waiter. Using both
hands, she deftly unbuttoned his trousers and, sliding down the
zip of his fly, pulled off his trousers. They puddled at his feet.
With a smile of genuine pleasure, Anuja took the waiter's penis in
one hand. It was a handsome organ: Even limp, it was still no less
than eight inches long and correspondingly thick. It dangled from
a forest of dense black pubic hair. His scrotum was big and low,
and his balls looked heavy. She raked a finger delicately down the
length of the dark shaft and it trembled in her fist. The man
waited, head bent, watching her with a wide smile. Anuja's lips
parted sensuously, and she began to masturbate the waiter deftly,
pumping his penis in her fist. It quivered and began to swell
rapidly, thickening and engorging in her fist, rising up to her
lips. Anuja slipped the foreskin back over the bulging cock-head.
The penis grew hotter and harder and it throbbed powerfully in her
fingers. Her head moved closer and the man tensed. He could feel
her warm breath on his penis.
Suddenly, her tongue snaked out and flickered like lightning over
the bulging cock-head.
"OHHH! Oh-uh-OHHHH!"
The man gasped sharply, his belly sucking in. Her tongue darted
around for a few seconds and then slowed to wanton, coiling,
licking motion. Her lips inched closer. The man groaned and held
her head with one hand, unbuttoning his shirt with the other.
"C'mon!" he gasped. "Suck it! Suck my cock! Come on! Do it!"
Anuja let go of the penis, held the man's thighs and, slipping her
lips around the cock-head, began to suck his cock slowly. The man
groaned loudly, arching his handsome head. Anuja's luscious lips
parted wide and she took more of his penis in her mouth. Her head
rocked steadily back and forth before him.
"Ohhhhhh yes! Yes!" The waiter gasped.
The thick cock-head slipped in and out of her mouth, glistening
with pre-cum gunk and her oral ministrations. She worked the
cock-head cleverly with her tongue, pressing the sharp tip of it
to his glans, then swirling it round the smooth, slippery surface
of the cock-head. His penis was musky and made her head swim with
desire. Her excitement grew and she groaned in her throat and,
ducking her head, licked his pendulous balls. She toyed with them
sensuously, slipping them in and out between her lips, and the
handsome waiter grunted, his hips writhing with excitement. Her
face and hair felt softly erotic between his strong, dark thighs.
He pulled off his shirt. His dark torso was smooth, hairless, hard
and muscular.
Smiling to herself, Anuja sucked his cock again, her wanton greed
evident. Her head rocked rapidly back and forth and she held his
thick penis in one fist as she sucked it. The waiter groaned and
fucked her face, pumping his hips gently back and forth, holding
her head with one hand and moving it to suit his pleasure. Her
mouth was warm and moist and her tongue was electric, working his
cock-head incessantly, lasciviously. She took his cock deep in her
mouth and held it there, sucking sharply, running her tongue over
the cock-head, and the waiter gasped, arching his head, flexing
his buttocks, both hands keeping her head pinned to his crotch.
Anuja released the penis slowly and straightened slightly to
squeeze her breasts over the cock-head in warm sheath. The waiter
chuckled, head bent, watching her.
"You're good, cunt," he grunted. "Very good."
Anuja moved back to the cane chair and slouched low, spreading her
legs wide and hooking her knees over the arms. She parted her
cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand and squeezed her breasts
wantonly with the other. With her dark, kajal -rimmed eyes
glittering with excitement, her luscious lips parted, her dark
hair framing her pretty face, Anuja looked bewitching. The light
glinted off the gold chain around her neck and the diamond rings
on the fingers splaying her cunt-lips open in lascivious
invitation.
"Come on, Michael," she said in an erotically husky tone. "Lick my
slit."
The waiter chuckled and, dropping to his knees between her forked
legs, thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja gasped, her back
bowing, and clenched his thick hair. Her mouth flew open in a wide
'O' and her eyes fluttered ecstatically. Her hips writhed under
his face.
Struggling to hold the video camera steady, Avinash zoomed in
smoothly to a close-up of his wife's cunt. His erection strained
at his pajamas and, sliding his hand into his fly, he pulled out
his erect cock. In the viewfinder, he could see Anuja's sodden
slit opened wide and the waiter's thick, heavy tongue rippling
around the soft flesh within. He jabbed a finger into her cunt and
Anuja cried out, arching and writhing, her hips twitching
erotically. The waiter knuckled her swollen clitoris, twisting his
finger this way and that inside her as he flicked his tongue at
her cunt.
Anuja's gasps were heavy with lust. The waiter's tongue was thick
and heavy and a bright, clean colour. Sexily tightening the tip
into a sharp, spatulated point, he flicked it rapidly in the young
woman's cunt-flesh.
"Yes! Ohhh yes Michael! Yes! Ohhh god yes!" she cried.
Avinash panned slowly up her body, zooming out slightly. Anuja's
head flipped from shoulder to shoulder, her face contorted with
excitement. Her lips were bared, her eyes closed and her nostrils
were flared like a rutting animal's. There was no doubt that she
was enjoying this. The waiter's tongue rippled into her open cunt,
probing into the softness within. Avinash snapped to a close-up of
his heavy, thick, pointed tongue flipping her clitoris back and
forth.
Panning up, he watched through the camera as his bride squeezed
her breasts in excitement with one hand, mauling the heavy mounds
in her hands, tugging and pinching her nipples, the other hand on
Michael's head, pressing it to her cunt, moving it round and round
between her thighs. He was a strong, adept lover. Avinash had seen
him fuck his girl-friends here, and knew his capabilities. Anuja
was going to have a wonderful time. He grinned as Michael jammed
his face into her cunt and sucked on her gorged clitoris. Anuja
arched with a loud gasp and then began to moan and pant like a
bitch in heat.
"Yes! Yes! Oh! OH YES! OH YES! OH Mike -- yes! Ohh god yes!" she
cried.
The waiter grinned to himself and nibbled on her clitoris. Anuja's
hips jerked and lurched erotically under his face. She gripped his
head and pinned it between her thighs. The man licked her cunt
rapidly, jabbing his tongue in and out of her cunt. When he
finally stopped tongue-fucking her, Anuja was panting and
whimpering with abandon.
"Come on Michael," she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me quickly!"
Grinning, the waiter tormented her instead. He straightened, and
jerked her head roughly to his crotch again.
"Come on, whore," he growled hungrily. "Suck my prick again!"
Anuja was feverish with lust. Leaning forward in the chair, she
sucked his penis greedily, taking it deep in her mouth, working it
frantically with her tongue. Her head rocked rapidly back and
forth at his groin and she pumped his cock eagerly in her fist,
moaning deep in her throat. The man moved her head back and forth
with one hand, squeezing her breasts with the other. Anuja writhed
under his hand, her legs wide, her body bent forward, and,
thrusting a hand between her spreadeagled thighs, began to
masturbate slowly. Avinash snapped to a close-up shot of her
finger in her cunt, the slim, elegant, be-ringed finger with the
shapely, lightly varnished nail curving inward to tease the long
tongue of her clitoris. He cut to a shot of her sucking the
waiter's cock: Her eyes closed in delirious passion, her face
distended with the size of the penis, her lips parted wide and the
glistening penis slipping in and out of her face.
"Mm -- yeh -- suck it! Suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!" the waiter
grunted, his hips pumping at her face.
He pushed her head away after several minutes, and moved between
her legs, his penis thrusting out proudly. Anuja leaned back with
a soft moan, her hands between his thighs, drawing his penis to
her cunt. The waiter leaned forward with one hand on the back of
the chair, the other on its arm, below Anuja's bent knee. He
flexed his buttocks and lowered his hips, and Avinash zoomed in to
a shot of the glistening cock-head pressing to her cunt-lips. She
took his penis and guided him into her flesh. The waiter paused
for a second, took a deep breath and then, with a shuddering gasp,
flexing his buttocks taut, squeezed his penis into Anuja's cunt.
"OH ma UNHH OHHHH!" Anuja gasped loudly, arching, her head tilting
upward, her mouth open in a wide 'O'.
"Yes! Oh god yes!" The waiter groaned and slowly eased himself
further into her cunt, his hips dipping, his shoulders cording
with the strain.
Avinash watched through the viewfinder, mesmerised by the sight of
the waiter's swollen, hard, throbbing penis sliding between his
wife's slender, elegant fingers, into her visibly wet slit.
The bulging cock-head squeezed between her cunt-lips, and, slowly,
the shaft began to crush through into the sodden cunt-flesh
within. Her hips juddered upward. The gorged penis ground deeper
and deeper into her flesh, vanishing inexorably inward.
Avinash snapped to a mid-shot and saw Anuja arching steeply, her
mouth open, her head flung back. Michael flung his head back. His
face was suffused with lust. Pushing his hips lower and lower, he
thrust inexorably inward, burying his penis in Anuja's cunt.
The waiter's penis felt wonderful. It was rock-hard and hot, and
throbbed powerfully. Anuja whimpered joyously as it surged into
her flesh. He paused for a second with his cock embedded in her
cunt, his hips quivering with tension.
"Yes," Anuja moaned. "That feels so good, Michael! Come on -- fuck
me now! Fuck me!"
With a shuddering gasp, the waiter lifted his hips upward and his
cock slid out of her cunt. Flexing his buttocks, he slid into her
again. Anuja's face creased with pleasure, and she moaned softly,
clenching his shoulders.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh yes!"
Again he slid out, and slid in, and started fucking her with a
heavy, grinding rhythm. Anuja writhed on the chair, and her hands
flew to her swollen breasts, squeezing them in excitement. The
waiter's buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically, and his hips
swung steadily back and forth and up and down and his cock crushed
in and out of her cunt. Avinash watched, fascinated, and cut
rapidly between shots of her lust-ridden face flipping
languorously from shoulder to shoulder, her hands squeezing her
breasts, to a close-up of the swollen penis plunging into his
wife's cunt. The penis glistened and shone with their comingled
juices and the waiter groaned, his head flung back.
"Yeh! Ohhh yeh! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" he gasped.
"Oh Michael-Michael-Michael yes! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me!
Fuck me hard!" Anuja whimpered.
For several minutes more, the waiter fucked Anuja heavily,
grinding his cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned and gasped in
unfaked pleasure, caressing his hard, muscular torso, murmuring
obscene encouragement. His penis was hot and hard and it squeezed
into her tight cunt, stretching the cunt-lips wide open. Avinash
filmed the penis stroking in her cunt, lingering in a close-up of
his balls pressed to her cunt-lips.
Evidently, the position wasn't entirely satisfactory. They paused,
and she got up and the waiter sat on the chair. Anuja straddled
his hips, facing him, her back to Avinash. Taking his penis in one
hand, she moved her cunt-lips over it. Avinash closed in and got a
shot of her cunt slipping around his cock-head, swallowing it
slowly, sucking it inward. The penis disappeared up into her
molten cunt-flesh, sliding through her fingers till her buttocks
were on his thighs and her cunt was impaled firmly on all nine
inches of him. The waiter's hands slid up to squeeze her breasts
and Anuja flung her head back and moaned. Her long hair shook and
tumbled down her naked back. She began to move, riding the upright
penis, her buttocks flexing and unflexing, squeezing the cock
shaft within her flesh. The waiter grunted and, holding her
buttocks and thighs, moved her up and down on his penis. Anuja's
body rocked on his lap, and she stretched an arm behind her to cup
his balls. Avinash zoomed in close and got an erotic shot of her
hair-rimmed slit sliding up and down the dark, throbbing, wetly
glistening cock-shaft. Even over their loud and obscene gasps and
moans, he could hear the sexy squelch of her cunt going up and
down the penis.
"Yes! Ohhh yes! Oh god yes!" Anuja gasped, frantic with lust.
"Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me hard! Take me, baby! Fuck me!"
"Take it! Take it, slut! Take my cock! Ohhh yeh! Take it baby
yes!" he rasped. "Oh fuck yes! Take it all!"
Her breasts bounced and jiggled and the gold necklace flapped on
her dusky skin. Michael squeezed them together and sucked on her
nipples, whipping them rapidly with his tongue. Anuja gasped,
clenching his head and her cunt gyrated on his lap, grinding in
tight, erotic circles, mashing her cunt-flesh with his
cock-pestle. Avinash watched as the waiter and his wife kissed
hungrily and deeply. She ran her tongue sexily around his lip, and
he swirled his through her ear. She murmured in pleasure, her face
turned to one side, her cunt grinding on his lap.
"Mmm, yes -- that's good, Mike -- really good --"
Anuja began to move up and down on his penis again, moving faster.
Avinash watched her buttocks rise and fall, her cunt slide up and
down the length of the waiter's gorged, glistening penis. Faster
and faster she went, her buttocks slapping at his thighs, taking
his cock deep into her cunt, crying out passionately.
Gasping and moaning, she paused after several minutes and, rising,
turned around with her back to him and impaled herself quickly on
his penis, holding it with one hand and squeezing it into her
cunt. Her face glowed with excitement: Her eyes were hooded, her
nostrils flared, her lips parted. She hissed sensuously, sliding
her hands up her body to fondle her breasts as she moved up and
down on his penis.
"Yes," she groaned, arching her tongue over her upper lip. "Fuck
me, Michael! Fuck me!" She squeezed his balls erotically. "Give me
your jizz, lover -- I want to feel your heat in my slit!"
The waiter groaned under her, his head turned to one side, his
hands on her breasts and then on her thighs. He writhed and bucked
excitedly under her. Avinash kept the camera rolling. Anuja was
now frantic with excitement. Her breasts jogged and bounced and
her head arched and fell and her cries grew huskier and more
erotically obscene.
She began to orgasm and the waiter gasped as he felt the fierce
contractions of her cunt on his penis. She moaned, trembling and
shuddering, gasping sharply as the orgasm washed over like a tidal
wave. It ebbed and she slid off his cock to her knees and buried
her face in his crotch once again and sucked his penis hungrily.
The waiter groaned, head on his chest, watching her suck his cock.
He rocked her head up and down with one hand, moaning hotly.
Pausing, she looked up at him like an eager puppy.
"Again," she murmured. "Fuck me once more. Please."
They moved to the floor and she went down on her back, spreading
her legs and lifting her knees, drawing her lover down over her.
Between her thighs, bent over her, he pressed his penis to her
cunt. She moaned softly, eagerly and, spreading her legs still
wider, lifting her hips, guided him into her flesh. The waiter
entered her slowly with a shuddering moan. His cock slid into her
cunt again and she groaned in pleasure, arching sensuously under
him.
"Yes -- Ohhhh yes, baby -- that's so good -- shove it in -- all of
it," she moaned. "I want it all -- yes -- mmmm yes -- come on now,
Michael -- fuck me -- fuck me lover, fuck me!"
He leaned over on outstretched arms, his powerful biceps bunched
with the strain, and began fucking her with quick, smooth thrusts.
His buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully and his hips swung
rhythmically up and down. His swollen penis pistoned up and down
and in and out of Anuja's cunt. She gasped and moaned, arching
under him, her body jerking with his thrusts, her hips moving in
perfect unison.
"Harder!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder! Come on, Michael, come on!"
He responded like a thoroughbred and smoothly picked up speed,
moving his hips faster and faster, swinging rapidly from the
waist. His cock plunged deeply into her cunt, rocking in and out
like a trip-hammer. Anuja's cries were loud, ragged, sharp,
staccato.
Avinash watched as she jerked and heaved and writhed passionately
under the waiter. He kept filming them, watching as she squeezed
her breasts in a frenzy, crushing them in her hands. Her legs
twined taut about the waiter's strong thighs. Then she opened them
wide, her feet in the air, her hands on the floor and bucked
violently under him, gasping and moaning.
"Yes! OHHHH YES YES YES OHHHHH UNHHH OH OH OH OH OH UNHH OHHHH!"
she cried as another orgasm crashed over her.
The waiter gasped, his head flung back and hammered his hips at
her, ramming and reaming his penis in and out of her cunt. With a
shuddering cry, he jerked out of her. Instantly, she turned around
and buried her face in his crotch, sucking his cock hungrily.
Now the waiter could not hold back and with a shuddering cry, he
exploded, shooting his load in her open mouth and over her face
and breasts. Anuja whimpered happily, sucking his penis,
swallowing his jizz, shaking his cock so that it spattered her
breasts and cheeks, licking her lips lasciviously.
The waiter tottered back and sprawled in the chair, gasping and
panting. Anuja rose slowly to her feet after a minute and began to
walk away without a backward glance, as if nothing had happened.
"I'd like some fresh tea, please," she said, over her shoulder.
"See to it. Then I'm going for a swim."
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