I

SHE SAW HIM ACROSS the deserted street, and instantly felt a stab of excitement deep in her loins. He had the sexiest body she’d seen in a long time. It stopped her in her tracks.

She watched him swing out of the back of the small truck, his strong muscles rippling smoothly. His back was to her and she paused, enjoying watching his body. He had the physical arrogance of a man used to getting second glances. Gripping the overhead crossbar with both hands over his head, he paused fractionally, and then pulled himself up in a sort of chinning action, his shoulders and biceps cording and bunching. He drew his legs up high, bending his knees, and in one smooth motion, dropped his feet over the tailgate onto the high bumper. His arms spread wide to the side supports. His back was a sharply tapering V from the broad shoulders to the high narrow hips. He wore nothing but a pair of short briefs, so small they were almost like sports underpants. Nisha drank in the sight of his body, the strong sinewy back, the long muscular arms and legs, the taut buttocks.

He dropped to the ground and turned to one side and she sucked in her breath sharply. He was incredibly handsome, the features of his clean-shaven face finely defined. His hair was thick, black, cut short and swept back off his broad forehead. The nose was slim, slightly hooked. The lips were wide, the jaw square and hard. His eyes were dark and set deep. He was evidently young — she guessed about twenty — but already he had a rugged, manly look that would, in time, make him totally irresistible. But more than that he had a confidence about his body that could only have come from genuine sexual experience.

She looked more closely, ogling unabashedly now. His body was stunning. The sculpted chest was broad and deeply cleaved. His nipples were small and dark, pulled wide and low under the sweeping W of his pectorals. His belly was flat and hard as a washboard, every tough cobble of muscle cleanly defined. His torso was sexily hairless. His biceps were thick and rounded.

He turned slightly and her eyes slid to his groin and she felt herself go wet with excitement. The shorts hid very little. He was obviously extremely well-hung. The bulge in his crotch was prominent and thick.

His head turned and he saw her watching him. At first his eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. Then he followed her gaze and a slow, knowing grin creased his features. He opened his mouth and waggled his tongue, miming a tongue-fuck. It was utterly obscene and very erotic. Nisha felt herself flushing. She dropped her head and turned away. His soft chuckle followed her down the quiet street.

The next night he was there again, and the night after that. This time he seemed to be waiting for her. He lounged idly, leaning against the tailgate of the truck, his legs stretched and crossed at the ankles, his arms folded across his massive chest. His eyes never left her. He watched her as she stopped and lingered, looking at him. This time, emboldened by her repeated appearances, he lifted his right hand, palm facing her and, bending his middle finger forward, pumped his wrist to and fro in the common signal of a fuck. She didn’t move. He dropped his hand and cupped his crotch and thrust his hips back and forth. She saw the flash of his very white teeth in the gathering gloom. Still she didn’t turn away. She heard his soft laugh and saw him hook his thumbs in the font of Y-front, bikini-type briefs and quickly jerk them down below his crotch. She couldn’t contain her small cry. His cock was huge, at least seven inches long still limp, and very thick, hanging over his heavy, low balls like a hosepipe. Her jaw dropped and she clapped her hand to her mouth. Her skin burned. The man laughed. Nisha turned her face and began hurrying away.

“Don’t fight it, lady! I’ve got what you want, you just have to come and get it! Anytime you’re ready!” His words chased her down the street.

She felt feverish that night, the image of his body and his cock invading her mind constantly. There was an aching heat in her loins and breasts and her body yearned for his touch. She struggled to put him out of her mind, forced herself to bed but sleep would not come. Moaning desperately, she began masturbating, using her fingers; it wasn’t good enough. She hurried to the kitchen, naked, gasping and burning with excitement and grabbed the first big vegetable she found, a long green cucumber, cold from the refrigerator. Whimpering, she flung herself on the kitchen floor and, spreading her legs, thrust the thick stem into her cunt. It felt good, better than her fingers at any rate. She masturbated violently for several minutes and her orgasm was sharp and intense. But it still wasn’t the same. Her pulse racing, she showered and took a sleeping pill and forced herself into bed.

She’d hoped the feeling might pass the next morning but if anything it was only worse, a fiercer hunger and need than she’d known in a long time. She sighed to herself and gave in. Tonight. She would go to him tonight. She had no choice. She had to have him. She had to let him have her.

She came home early and prepared herself carefully, doing her eye makeup and hair, trimming her pubic fuzz. She’d read somewhere that masturbating with a peeled karela before sex improved it enormously because the bitter gourd was astringent and contract the vaginal passage. In any case, she reasoned, there’s no harm in trying and there’s enough time. She slid a XXX-rated hardcore movie into the DVD and settled down naked on the couch. The film featured an exceptionally well-hung black man fucking a young Indian woman. Nisha began to fantasize about being the woman in the film. She watched the woman sucking the man’s enormous penis and groaned at sight of it as it filled the screen. Spreading her legs, she slid the karela slowly into her cunt. What she’d read was correct: instantly, she felt her cunt tightening and convulsing on the vegetable and she gasped in delight. Groaning, she pushed it in deeper still, squeezing and fondling her swollen breasts, pinching her stiff nipple. On screen, the man was fucking the woman on her back and her cries were loud and high. The huge cock pistoned in and out of her visibly wet cunt. Nisha wanted it to be her. Her hand moved faster and faster between her legs. Her hips jerked and writhed. The vegetable grew slippery with her streaming cunt juices. Her orgasm neared. On the screen, the black man was now fucking the Indian woman from behind, taking her hard, slapping his thighs loudly at her buttocks, gripping her hips and rocking her body back and forth under his. Her big breasts swung to and fro with his thrusts. Nisha moaned, imagining how good it must feel to be fucked like this. Just as her orgasm threatened to break, she bit her lip and jerked the karela out with a gasp. It took her several minutes to recover and it was all she could do not to put it back in or finish off with her fingers. Her cunt tingled with a tightness she had not felt before. Slowly, she got to her feet, her head now swimming in a deep sexual haze.

She dressed provocatively, putting on a button-down shirt of very fine and smooth synthetic material that clung to her body. No bra. Beneath, she pulled on a pair of jeans — no panties — and slipped her bare feet into loafers. She drew hair back and gathered it in a large clip. Stepping out, she went out to her little balcony. Darkness was falling and the streetlights were already on. She could see the road in front of her building and the turn into the lane where she had first seen the man. She saw the truck parked in the lane. The man was already there. She saw him pop the hood and bend over the front grill. With a quickening of excitement, and let herself out of the house.

The security guard came out of his little cabana as she walked out of the building gate, salaamed and asked her if he could help or get her a taxi from the other corner. She slowed her quick pace and shook her head, mumbled something about going out to see a friend and, not for the first time, noticed the way his eyes moved hungrily over her face and body. She stopped and smiled sweetly at him. He wasn’t bad looking himself, dark and tall and with an evidently lean and hard body. She wondered for a moment whether he’d be good in bed and how well he might be endowed. She enjoyed the sight and feel of a large penis and believed the theories of size not mattering to be just so much nonsense. A big cock was a definite stimulus and a major turn-on. Perhaps, she said to herself, I might one day have him, too.

She nodded to the guard and walked down the road. She turned into the lane and saw the truck and the guy now sluicing it down. The truck was facing away from her, pointed in the direction in which she usually when she was returning home. Obviously he wasn’t expecting her to come up behind him. She decided to surprise him. She watched as he swung himself up into the truck and disappeared into its darkness and then, crossing the road to the other side where he wouldn’t see her, she paused and quickly opened out all the buttons of her shirt. For a second, she debated going to him like that but decided against it. She gathered the shirt-tails, drew them taut across her chest and tied them in a firm knot high as high above her belly as she could. The shirt looped and bulged open and she adjusted it so that her breasts showed beneath and above and only her nipples were covered, and only just. Smiling inwardly in excitement, she stole across the street to the opposite side, circled around the truck and came around in front of it.

She stepped forward along the side of the truck just as the young man swung down from the tailgate and stepped to its side. He saw her and his face split in a grin; and then he saw how she was dressed and his grin broadened. He really was very good-looking and incredibly sexy.

“You came,” he said softly.

“Yes,” she murmured.

The man couldn’t believe his fortune. The woman was one hot number. Her dusky skin was smooth and glossy, with a satiny sheen. He noticed that she had a few attractive dark birth marks on her cheek and the side of her neck and, he noticed now, one deep in her cleavage. Perhaps there were more elsewhere. He would know soon. Her hair was thick and rich, black, swept back and caught high behind her head in a tall, large-toothed clip. His eyes lingered on the skin behind her ears and on her neck: the flesh was smooth, taut and he wanted to reach out and run his fingers over it. Her face was gentle. Her dark eyes were lined with kajal, the eyebrows neatly trimmed, but not overly so. Her nose was unremarkable, straight and neither too sharp nor too broad, not too curved either. Her lips were lovely, though, glossy and full and her smile was dazzling and quick, touching her eyes. Her teeth were very white and he noticed that one of the canines on the right was sexily crooked over the next tooth. It was an irregularity, not a blemish.

Usually, she wore nothing revealing, perhaps a simple white-on-white patterned calf-length kurta that reached below her knees, baggy salvar pants and sensible low-heeled black shoes. A patterned dupatta with a light embossed pattern would be arranged carefully over her chest and shoulders. Despite the dress he had been able to tell that her body was good, full and ripe. She wasn’t tall, about five-five, but her breasts were full and heavy. The belly was evidently firm and her buttocks were splendid, smoothly curved and proportionate, the hips spreading just right, nothing that made her look heavy. The kurtas, with long slits up either side, were cut to accentuate the curves of her body just enough without being too evident. The overall effect was of a neat, clean, compact and well-proportioned body. Now he saw that it was even sexier than he had imagined — her breasts were superb, full and high and ripe, bulging through the tightly drawn shirt. Her belly was firm and flat. She wore two small ear-studs in each lobe and a small silver stud in her left nostril. Her eyes were lined with kohl and seemed to shimmer with a hungry heat. A heavy gold necklace nestled between her breasts.

He looked quickly over his shoulder. There was no one on the street. He looked back, winked, and, as he had done the day before, pulled his shorts down. He laughed softly when he saw her quick intake of breath, her lips parting. He began masturbating slowly.

“You want this? You want this in your cunt, right? That’s why you came?”

Nisha felt a shiver of excitement. Closer now, his cock was even bigger than she had expected and it wasn’t even fully hard yet. She wondered how much longer and thicker it would get and whether it would hurt her. He saw her expression and grinned, masturbating more quickly. His cock rose, thickening and lengthening. Nisha bit her lower lip; it was incredibly erotic, just looking at it and imagining its heat and thickness invading her flesh. She wanted it, and badly. She was mesmerized by the serpent.

Now it was his turn to goggle. Still watching him masturbate, Nisha moved her hands up her bare midriff to under her breasts and lifted and squeezed them in wanton offering. He gawked as she squeezed the mounds in her hands, crushing them together. Her hand stole down her belly and he saw her flick open the top button clasp of her jeans.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped softly.

She stepped forward towards him, closer and closer. His hand was moving slowly now. She came up very close. She could smell his warm sexy muskiness. Her hand moved out and held his cock. She groaned softly, squeezing the mass filling her palm. It really was huge. Her fingers didn’t go around its girth. It was as thick as a cigarette pack now and at least ten inches long. The shaft burned in her hand.

“I want you,” she said softly. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want your cock.”

He grinned again, regaining his poise. His arousal was apparent. His hands slid up her body to her breasts and she trembled in pleasure. He flicked open the knot of her shirt and the twin prisoners burst free. His hands were heavy and hard on her breasts, over her nipples. She groaned softly.

“Nice,” he said. “Very nice.” He tilted his head to the truck. “Inside.”

He dropped his briefs and, naked, holding his briefs in his hand, pulled open the cab door and hoisted himself into it quickly and effortlessly, then turned and stretched his hand to hers to help her up. She stepped up into the cab. He moved in a bit on the bench seat and spread his legs. She turned towards him, her body tingling with excitement. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Her face tilted up and she felt her lips pressing down on hers and opened her mouth. His tongue, heavy and thick, slid at once into her mouth. She groaned into his mouth and her hand moved up his thigh to his crotch.

“Oh god,” she moaned, breaking the kiss when her hand found his cock. She pumped it eagerly, deftly drawing back the foreskin and bent over his lap.

She heard him gasp when her lips slipped around the thick cock-head. She groaned deep in her throat, feeling the huge cock distend her face and mouth and began sucking it hungrily, working the cock-head avidly with her tongue. Its musky taste and odour made her dizzy with excitement.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” the young man gasped, his hand moving her head up and down, his head flung back and eyes half-closed. “Oh fuck yes! C’mon! Suck it! Ahhh uhh yes, c’mon, bitch, suck! Suck harder!”

Nisha moaned at the coarse language. The huge cock-shaft, ridged with thick veins, filled her mouth and fist. Ducking her head, she began licking and sucking his balls, caressing her face and lips and cheeks with his cock, running her sharp little teeth up and down the shaft, moaning in excitement.

“Oh god yes, it’s so beautiful,” she murmured, nuzzling his belly and pressing her swollen breasts in a warm, fleshy sheath over his now-sticky cock-head, running it over her stiff nipples. “God, I could suck it all night!”

She took it in her mouth again, sucking harder and harder. The man groaned feverishly and she felt his hand curling under her body and squeezing her breasts. The woman was incredible. There was a deft cunning in the way she used her tongue and lips and teeth; she was evidently experienced and he wondered, dimly, if she was married or just had lovers and how many and when he’d get to be with her again. Her face was soft between his legs, her silken hair brushing his hard belly and thighs sexily. He moaned and pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and she moaned, swallowing it, letting it dribble on her fingers, savouring it on her cheeks and breasts.

Whimpering softly, she moved her head up, still fisting his cock, now kissing his superbly muscled torso, licking his small, dark nipples.

“God, you’re so sexy,” she said. “I want you! Please ... fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want your cock in my cunt!”

She rose and kissed him hard, letting him know her hunger and then lifted one of her breasts to his lips, pressing it into his mouth, gasping and mewing in pleasure as the hot tongues of lust leaped from her breast-tips when he whipped them with his tongue and took them between his teeth. She took his hand in hers and pressed it over her other breast.

“Please,” she groaned again, “please fuck me! Please!”

“In the back!” he gasped. “Through here.”

She lurched off him. He clambered over the back of the bench seat into a tiny little space behind and slid the latch on a half-height connecting door. He bent in half and squeezed through it into the back of the truck and she followed him.

The inside of the truck was bare. A narrow seat ran along one side. There was a pile of empty jute bags tossed against the partition behind the driver’s cab. All three sides were covered with a thick brown tarpaulin. The tarp over the tailgate was rolled up and he didn’t let it down. As she came through and straightened, the man pulled her forward against him again. She tore off her shirt and flung her arms around him, kissing him hard, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He fumbled with her jeans, opening them, shucking them down her hips. She kicked off her shoes and the jeans. His body was slightly tacky with sweat. His hands stole up her thighs to her naked buttocks; her hand went down to his crotch.

“I want to suck you again,” she breathed and, without waiting for an answer, dropped to her knees on the jute bags on the floor of the truck and quickly took his cock in her mouth again.

The man gasped. Now he started fucking her mouth, one hand on a hip, the other on her head, looking down and watching her, moving her head to and fro, pumping his hips back and forth. His hand roamed caressingly over her face and lips, savouring the feel of his cock sliding in and out between her lips.

“Oh yeh ... that’s good ... oh fuck yes! C’mon, bitch! Suck it! Yes! Suck my cock! Ahhh yeh ... you like a big cock, eh? Yeh, I can tell! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Suck, baby! Suck harder!”

She kept sucking his cock till he pushed her head away at last and fell to his knees before her. He kissed her hard, his hands on her breasts.

“You’re incredible,” he groaned. “Fucking unbelievable! I’m gonna fuck you all night, babe, gonna fuck you till you drop!”

“Oh god, yes!” she gasped, arching in his arms as his mouth and tongue and teeth found her swollen, aching breasts again. “Oh yes, I want it, oh god yes!”

He pushed her down on her back on the gunny sacks and she moaned, spreading her legs wide for him. He knelt between her legs, her knees over his thighs, and pressed his cock-head to her cunt.

“Slowly,” she groaned softly. “Go in slowly ... I want to feel every inch!”

He groaned and pressed forward, his buttocks flexing. His cock-head popped into her cunt.

“Ohma uh OH uh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The breath shot from her throat, her belly sucking inward and she cried out sharply, her mouth tearing open in a wide O, her lips pulled back over her teeth. Her back snapped up like a bow drawn taut. Her swollen breasts thrust up and out. Her head arched back. Tendons strained in her neck. Her arms shot out, fingers tensed, clawing at his arms, his shoulders, the gunny sacks beneath her, anything. His cock felt huge, bigger than any she’d ever had. She didn’t know if it was his size or the karela or both but she couldn’t remember when her cunt had felt so tight, so stretched, so good.

“Oh fuck yes!” the man gasped, flinging his head back, shocked at the tightness and wet heat of her cunt. “Oh motherfucker yes!”

He couldn’t control himself. He had to bury himself in that incredible hot oven. He held her ankles and pulled her legs up high and wide. Rearing upright and leaning forward from the waist slightly, his buttocks over his heels, he groaned and swung his hips forward, crushing his cock through into her cunt.

Beneath him, she went crazy, arching even more steeply, the breath whooshing from her throat, her fingers frantic on his chest and arms and belly and the gunny sacks beneath her, her head jerking hard to one side. Her cunt was in convulsive contractions on his cock. He cried out, his body straining for control, his chest heaving and, buried deep inside her, held still. He exhaled sharply, repeatedly, drew in long, slow breaths. His pulse steadied. The heat in his groin was incredible. He groaned and looked down at her. Though she was panting and moaning thickly, her chest heaving, she no longer wore that exquisitely tortured look that she had when he first entered her. Slowly, she turned to look at him, her eyes smouldering with lust. He thought she looked incredibly beautiful like this, and very, very sexy.

“C’mon!” she panted. “Take me! Take me hard!”

“Fuck, you’re incredible!” he gasped. “Your cunt’s so fucking tight ... so hot!”

“Do it!” she cried. “God, yes! I want it! C’mon! Fuck me hard! Fuck me, lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

“Oh yeh baby, I’m gonna fuck you all right! I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you! C’mon! Take it! Oh yeh! Oh fuck yes, c’mon!”

He began rocking his hips swiftly to and fro, exhaling sharply with each thrust. His buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully. His cock ran steeply in and out of her cunt.

“Yeh! Oh yeh! C’mon! Take it! Yeh! Oh fuck! Yes! C’mon! Take it!” he called.

Beneath him, Nisha cried out ecstatically. Her body jerked back and forth on the gunny sacks with his thrusts. Her hips heaved up and down in unison with his strokes. Her breasts jumped and jiggled. The gold necklace slithered on her dusky skin. In the close heat, she felt the first delicious dewdrops of sweat break out on her skin. The fire in her groin was unimaginable. His cock felt enormous, stretching her cunt, filling it, driving in deeper than she had thought possible, probing the innermost recesses of her flesh. Every thrust felt like it would come out of her throat and rip her body in two. His cock felt incredibly hot and hard. Its thick, gorged veins rasped over her inflamed clitoris. She cried out sharply, her hands under her breasts, her legs, held up and wide in his hands, trembling and shaking with strain.

“Ohhh uhh Ohhhh uhh oh yes oh yes oh fuck oh yes oh god yes oh yes c’mon yes c’mon oh you oh god yes oh fuck yes fuck me yes oh yes oh god yes!” she gasped.

He moved even faster, his cock plunging and pistoning hard in and out of her cunt and now he released her legs and bent over her body, his arms outstretched, his hands flat beside her chest. Beneath him, Nisha moaned and wound her legs around the backs of his thighs. Her fingers dug into his thick, sinewy forearms and bulging biceps. His hips now plunged furiously up and down over her groin, her own hips bucking feverishly in response. He scooped his arms under her knees now, bending them back and, spreading his legs wider, rose on his feet. Beneath him, she cried out in shock as he started plunging into her flesh with a ferocity and to a depth she had not thought possible. Her head arched back and her mouth tore open and she cried out, feeling the enormous, gorgeous, gorged cock-shaft ramming and thudding into her flesh. On and on he went, faster and deeper, gasping and panting. Her body jerked and tossed with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing violently.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!” he cried. “C’mon! Take it, you whore, take it!”

The words inflamed her. “YES! OH GOD YES OHHHH UHH OHMA UHH YES UHHHH OHHHH UHHH YES OH YES OH YES OH BABY YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME!” she shrieked in agonised delight.

She could hear his cock squelching wetly in her flesh, the loud slap of his thighs against her upturned buttocks. He bent, his powerful shoulders knotting, the muscles in his superb V-shaped torso rippling like snakes under his taut, dark skin, and jammed his mouth to hers, crushing her swollen breasts under his hard chest. She felt him slow his thrusts; he released her legs. She moaned into his mouth, caressing his powerful back, her hands lingering on his taut buttocks.

“Oh god, you’re so good,” she smiled lasciviously. “This is incredible! Just ... don’t stop ... mmm ... oh yes ... oh that’s good ... ahhh yes, that’s it ... slow now ... ahhhh ... oh god, I love your cock in my cunt! Just keep fucking me, lover ... fuck me ... yes ... oh god yes ... take me, baby ... fuck me like a whore!”

He laughed softly and bent his head to her breasts. Nisha moaned thickly. This was just about the best fucking she’d had in months. She caressed his body, now slippery and streaming with sweat. He kept moving, slowly and unhurriedly now, grinding his cock heavily in and out of her cunt. He stopped after a bit and slid out of her, making her moan at the sudden release in pressure.

“C’mon, bitch! On your front! Fuck you like a bitch now!” he said.

Groaning in pleasure, Nisha turned on her front on her hands and knees and lifted her buttocks to him in wanton offering. The man knelt behind her and she felt his cock-head press between her buttocks to her cunt-lips. He squeezed it through and she moaned thickly, lifting her head, biting her lower lip. It still felt so good. In and in and in he went, till his crotch was jammed to her buttocks.

“Yes!” she gasped. “C’mon! Fuck me! Take me, baby! Take me like a whore!”

“That’s right, baby,” he growled, his hands on her hips. “That’s right! Just like a whore! Like this, eh?”

He shoved her body roughly forward, pulled his hips back, drawing his cock way out till just the cock-head was in her cunt, and then slammed his hips forward and jerked her hips towards his, ramming his cock deep into her cunt. Her head jerked up and she cried out, long and high and thin.

“OHMA UH HANH UHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He laughed. “Yeh, like that, eh? Just like that? You like it like that, doncha? Nice and hard and rough? Like my cock in your slit, eh? Just like that, eh?”

He did it again, and again and again and again, and each thrust made her shriek thinly in agonised pleasure. Her body twisted and her arm lurched behind her, the fingers scrabbling at her buttocks and his flat, rock-hard belly. He kept on doing it and there was nothing she could do to stop him, nor did she want him to. It felt so incredibly good and then, unbelievably, even better as he moved from the fierce jerking and ramming thrusts to long, deep, smoothly skewering ones, moving rapidly, swinging his hips to and fro, rocking her body back and forth before him, slapping his thighs at her buttocks. Her breasts jiggled and jumped with his thrusts. They ached now, her nipples throbbing. Her gold necklace swung to and fro. On and on he went, holding her hips and slamming his own back and forth, going faster and faster. She felt her go into frantic convulsions on his invading cock. He groaned loudly, flinging his head back.

“Oh yeh! That’s it! C’mon, bitch, c’mon! Take it! Oh fuck yes!”

The man’s loins blazed and his balls were hurting now. The woman was unbelievable, her cunt like a hot, tight, wet vice that would not let him go. He pushed in deeper and harder and faster.

“OHH uhh OHH uhh OH ma uh Ohma uh OHHH uhh OHH uhh OHH!” she cried in response. “Yes oh god yes! Do it! Oh baby yes! C’mon! Fuck me oh yes oh god yes fuck me hard baby, fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!”

Still moving rapidly, he bent over her now and she felt his hands slide under her body to her breasts. She turned her face over one shoulder and his fingers found her mouth. She sucked them sexily and his hands went to her shoulders, now jerking her viciously back down hard onto his cock.

“AHHH uh AH ma uhh OHHH uhh Oh god yes!” she cried.

He angled his body over hers now, his palms on the floor and she went down on her forearms, squirming her buttocks eagerly in his crotch. He burst into a frantic rhythm, whipping his hips violently up and down and back and forth and, shoulders hunched, head arched, she cried out in a frenzy under him. A violent orgasm wracked her body. The breath rushed from her throat in a rattling, ululating moan.

“OH GOD OH GOD OHMA UH OH YES OH YOU ... FUCK OH YES OH FUCK OH YES OHHHHH YOU FUCKER OH GOD YES!” she cried and then, as it ebbed, in a sobbing, broken tone, “oh god ohhh yes oh god, oh you motherfucker oh that’s so good yes UHH ohhh UHHHH ohhh uhh OHHH!”

The man kept pounding in and out of her cunt, rearing upright again, slamming his hips viciously at her buttocks, groaning desperately. She moaned and whimpered, jerking and writhing under him as his cock slammed into her once, twice, three, four, five ... a dozen times.

“Please,” she gasped. “Let me suck your cock again! I want your cum in my mouth! I want to swallow your cum!”

The man groaned loudly, incredulous at his fortune. She felt him lurch out of her and scoot up her body. Instantly, she spun around on her back under him. He dropped to his knees over her face and she took his cock in her hand and jerked it rapidly, opening her mouth and sucking him hard again, her head rocking feverishly up and down between his legs, her hands now his thighs. He moaned loudly.

“Oh yes oh baby yes uhh OHH fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!” he gasped, arching his head, his hips twitching. “Oh baby yes!”

With a loud groan, he came in a copious load into her wide-open mouth. She moaned in joy as his thick, warm, sticky cum flooded her mouth and spattered her face and breasts. It looked damned sexy, his creamy gunk streaking her dusky skin. She smiled lasciviously up at him, letting some of his cum dribble over her cheeks and down her neck, greedily swallowing the rest. Gently, she took his cock in her mouth again. He groaned and finally pulled away. She smiled again, her eyes bright and shining, sexily massaging his seed into her skin. She pulled him down beside her and kissed him and he thought the taste of his own seed on her lips was sexy and erotic. He slid his hand up her body through his gunk on her skin, squeezing her breast. Her fingers curled lovingly around his cock, still thick and massive and not yet totally limp. Their bodies, slick and slippery with sweat, lay on the truck floor. Both were panting hard.

“That,” she breathed, “was an incredible fuck, yes?”

“Fucking fantastic!” he grinned, lazily sweeping his tongue through her mouth.

“And, by the way, hi, I’m Nisha. What’s your name?”

They both laughed and he rolled over on his back and she moved over him. “Mohan,” he said. “My name is Mohan. A pleasure knowing you, madam.”

“The pleasure is — was — mine.” And then, “God, my cunt still hurts,” she groaned, and then, smiling, “but it’s a good hurt. I like this. Tingling and nice.”

“You’re one hell of a piece of ass, ma’am.”

“And you’re one hell of a stud.”

“Will you come again tomorrow?”

She sat up slowly beside him, caressing his body, her hand stroking his cock lovingly. “I would like to. But wouldn’t it be better up at my place? I’m just there, in that building, eleventh floor, number 1122.”

“Or I could take you for a drive in my truck.”

“Mm. That’s an idea. Maybe a long drive. And we could stay somewhere in a hotel and just fuck and fuck and fuck.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“But I do want you at home.”

“I’d love that, ma’am, but what about the neighbours?”

“I don’t know them. We never meet.”

“Your security guard won’t let me through.”

She tilted her head and looked at him as the idea formed in her head. Gently, she bent over him and kissed him. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him,” she murmured. “He’ll let you through all right.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I’ll see to it that he does.”

II

NISHA MURMURED SOFTLY IN pleasure. Her naked body rocked gently back and forth.

“Mm ... oh that’s good,” she murmured, her hands under her breasts, lifting them erotically. She smiled down at Mohan lying on his back under her on her bed. “You know ... I could get used to this ...”

“What?” he said, sliding his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them hard, rubbing her nipples under his thumbs.

“This ... mm ... you here ... fucking me ... no tension ... this is nice.”

“Yeh ... real nice,” Mohan chuckled, caressing her body, pressing his fingertips to her anus.

She smiled happily down at him and bent forward, her swollen breasts and necklace pendulous over his chest. He opened his mouth and she lifted one gorged mound to his lips, moaning thickly as his teeth and tongue found her nipple and began tormenting it.

“Oh fuck, this is good!” she groaned. “This was the best thing I did!”

In the two months after that first evening in the truck, Nisha got herself fucked more often and harder and better than she had in many years. She considered her immense good fortune to have a pair of such fine lovers. She adored their hard, lean, tough bodies, their superb muscles and their thick penises.

The security guard, Rakesh, didn’t need very much convincing. All it took was a small bribe, paid in kind the very next afternoon. That evening, returning home in a near-drunken stupor after her fucking with Mohan, she stopped at the security cabin and told the guy, Rakesh, that she needed some help up at her flat the next day shifting some furniture. Would he please come up after his shift?

She was ready and waiting for him when he arrived.

As with Mohan, she dressed sexily, just a loose shirt open all the way down with only one button at her navel fastened, and nothing else at all. His jaw dropped and eyes popped. She acted as if her outfit was nothing out of the ordinary and led him into the hall.

“See,” she said, bending from the waist and pointing to some stuffed bags beneath the fitted divan. “I need to move those, and there’s more in the bedroom.”

As she bent the lapels of her shirt fell open and low and he had an unimpeded view of her naked breasts below the swinging gold necklace. He swore softly under his breath, trying to still the sudden hammering of his pulse. He barely heard her words. All he wanted to do was pounce on her and ravish her madly, right then and there.

“It’s going to be a hot day,” she continued, straightening. “And it’s a lot of work. Here, why don’t you take off your tunic? You’ll be more comfortable that way.”

He hesitated, and she smiled, and came up close to him. “On second thoughts, Rakesh,” she murmured, reaching and taking his tunic in her hands, “why don’t you let me take it off for you? I think you’ve seen enough to know what I really want done, am I right?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Already she was unbuttoning his tunic. She peeled it open and slid her hands under it. He had a strong, very muscular body with just a light matting of hair spreading across his wide, deeply cleaved chest and flat, hard belly.

“Mm, nice. Very nice,” she said. “And the rest? The hardware?” Her eyes sparkled with eager mischief.

The guard relaxed, snapping out of his initial shock. He grinned at her and she tilted her face up to his, her hands already undoing his belt and trousers. He shuffled out of his shoes. She dropped his pants and jerked down his tight undershorts. Her hands slid into his crotch and closed on his penis.

“Oh my. Oh my, oh my, oh my,” she murmured through the kiss. “This is a pleasant surprise!”

Fifteen minutes later, the security guard was fucking her. She stood at her dining table and bent over it on her forearms, her buttocks thrust back at him.

“Oh yes, baby,” she heard him chuckle and then felt him moisten three fingers on his tongue and rub them on her slit. It made her feel wonderfully like a slut. She moved her legs further apart. “Yeh, that’s right, open up your cunt, whore ... open right up ... yeh ... you really hot for my prick, eh, bitch?”

“Yes, oh god yes!” she moaned, not needing to fake a thing.

He laughed softly and she felt the heat and weight of his huge cock-head pressing to her cunt-lips. “Gonna fuck you like a bitch now,” he said. “Gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you just like you want! C’mon! Take it!”

He held her shoulder with one hand, pressed his cock-head to her cunt with the other and with a swift snap, thrust deep into her, simultaneously yanking her body down onto his cock. Nisha cried out shrilly, her fingers scrabbling at the edge of the table. His cock seared into her flesh, tunnelling deeper and deeper.

“Like it, whore? Like having my cock in your cunt?”

“OHHHH yes!” she moaned. “Oh god yes! C’mon, Rakesh! Fuck me! Take me! Take me like a whore! I want it!”

He fucked her hard, grunting heavily, holding her waist and swinging his hips back and forth, snapping them smartly with each thrust.

“Oh yeh! C’mon! Yeh! Take it!” he went. “Ah yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohh yes! C’mon, whore, c’mon! Take it!”

“Oh yes! Oh fuck yes oh god yes oh yes! C’mon Rakesh! Fuck me! Ahh uhh ahh uhh ahhh uhh ahhh uhh yes oh fuck yes!” she replied, dizzy with lust.

On and on he went till he had her body jerking furiously back and forth under his hammering, slapping thrusts and then he pulled out of her and turned her on her back on the table, spreading her legs wide. Nisha groaned as he ran his cock deep into her again. He grinned down at her, leaning forward, his arms stretched, his hands on her breasts.

“Like it, eh, bitch? Like having a good hard fuck, eh?”

“Oh god oh god oh god yes,” she moaned, her arms flung out, hands clenching the sides of the table, her legs raised and ankles crossed under his buttocks, her head flipping ecstatically from side to side. “Oh god yes! Your cock feels so good, Rakesh! Fuck me, Rakesh! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Ahhh uhh yes oh uhh ohhhh uh ohma uhh hanh uhhh yes!”

She hit a wild orgasm and he gasped as her cunt went into frantic convulsions on his cock. He kept thrusting into her and she cried out, each fierce thrust running his cock into her like a white-hot poker. His grunts and groans became desperate and he jerked out of her, gasping and, jerking his cock rapidly, came with a shuddering moan. The cum flew out of his cock-head and settled on her body like ticker-tape. Nisha moaned softly, twitching as each jet hit her belly, her thighs, her breasts and even her chin.

“Oh yes, baby, yes!” she groaned, running her fingers into the gunk and licking them. “Oh god, I love eating cum ... next time I’ll take it in my mouth, okay?”

He laughed and she felt his cock back into her. “Sure, bitch! Whatever you say. When is the next time?”

She giggled and looked up at him. “When do you want it to be?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? What will I do till then?”

He chuckled, moving his slowly dwindling cock rhythmically in and out of her cunt. “Dream and wait and stew.”

“Mm. No. You know what?”

“What?”

“You can have me tomorrow, sure, but till then, while you’re on duty, I’m going to have another lover.”

“What? Who?” He looked incredulous but, she was glad to see, not jealous.

“My mystery lover. He’ll come to the gate and ask for me. You let him through. Will you do that?”

“Only if you tell me who he is.”

“I don’t think you know him.”

“Tell me.”

“His name is Mohan.”

“Mohan. Yeah, lots of those in this country. What’s he look like?”

“He’s the guy with the truck in the next lane.”

“Oh that Mohan.”

“You know him?”

“Yeah. We meet at the chai shop now and then. Quite a dude. Great body.”

“Mm, I know,” she said languorously. “I know. I fucked him last night.”

“What? Where?”

“In the truck.”

“You fucked Mohan in the truck? On the street?”

“Yes. It was great.”

“Oh man, this I have got to see!” The man laughed delightedly.

He pulled out of her and she sat up, drawing her feet up beside her, then reaching up to do her hair. He began to put on his clothes. She leaned back, her hands on the table behind her.

“So, will you let him through?”

Rakesh grinned and came up to her. She spread her legs and smiled, letting him kiss her and fondle her breasts.

“Sure, bitch. Sure I’ll let him through. So long as I keep getting some of that action from you, I’ll let the world through.”

“Good,” she said. “And you know what? Perhaps one day I can really double my fun and have both of you together!”

III

WITH A SOFT GROAN, the youth squeezed his cock-head between her open cunt-lips and sank his throbbing penis gratefully into her body. On her forearms and knees before him, Nisha moaned thickly, her head lifting and turning over her smoothly rounded shoulder as the youth’s thick cock surged into cunt. Her thick, glossy hair, tied in a flouncing pony tail, slipped over the other shoulder. There was a sexy sheen on her lips from her sucking of his cock. They parted and the young man pressed his lips to hers and her tongue swept up, darting into his mouth. He slid his hands under her body, cupping and squeezing her heavily swollen breasts. Her perfume was subtle and deeply erotic, a fragrance of blossoms and lemon. It sat superbly on her smooth, dusky skin and aroused him intensely. She moaned into the kiss, pressing her buttocks back into his crotch, greedily trying to draw him deeper into her cunt. His cock was big and hot and hard and her cunt convulsed on it. The young man groaned again, flexing his buttocks taut, pressing his hips forward, burying his cock in her soft, wet, welcoming flesh.

In the months following that first evening with Mohan in the back of the truck, Nisha got herself harder and better and more often than she had in several months. She was relieved to find that Rakesh and Mohan got on like a house on fire — especially when they were fucking her. They took turns at first but it wasn’t long before they were fucking her together. They used her flat but, for her, the most exciting times were still in the truck. They’d go on long drives, Nisha sitting between the two men who took turns at the wheel and, while one was driving and masturbating desperately, she’d be sucking the other’s cock. Then she’d get into the back with one of them and they’d start fucking hard, their cries loud enough even over the rattling of the truck for the guy driving to hear. The bouncing and swaying of the truck made the sex more frantic.

Once, while Rakesh was driving down a deserted road late at night, she fucked Mohan sitting on the tailgate. He sat on the edge, his legs hanging over it, his arms raised and hands clenched around the top cross-bar. He was pretty helpless in that position and Nisha loved it. She knelt behind him in the truck and, putting her head around his hips, sucked him off and then straddled his lap, her back to the road rushing past beneath her buttocks. It felt incredibly sexy, bouncing and jerking on his lap, feeling his huge cock lurching up into her cunt, her breasts bouncing heavily, the cold rushing air tormenting her breasts and hardened nipples.

Looking over his shoulder, Rakesh saw what they were doing and, laughing in delight, swung hard onto a side road. The pair on the tailgate cried out, the muscles in Mohan’s arms cording and popping sexily as he strained for balance, Nisha clinging onto him for dear life. The road was in bad shape — which is why Rakesh chose it, as it turned out. He began aiming for the potholes and the rough patches. On the tailgate, Nisha started screaming and crying out. The truck hit a rock and tossed them up and Mohan’s cock slammed up hard into her cunt. He hit a pothole and it happened again, and he hit another and another.

“OH fuck Rakesh you fucker what are you doing?” Mohan screamed.

“Giving you kids the ride of your life is what I’m doing,” Rakesh shouted back. “Here’s a good one. Try this, lovebirds!” and he ran the truck into a big, deep pothole.

The truck slammed down, bounced up and, on the tailgate, Mohan cried out, and Nisha screamed in agonised delight, her cunt convulsing helplessly on his cock.

At last Rakesh pulled to a stop. The two on the tailgate moaned and separated. Rakesh came around the back of the truck, already unzipping his pants.

“My turn, slut,” he announced.

Nisha loved this. Out in the open, fields on all sides, the dark, deserted lane, the wide sky overhead and two magnificent lovers. She went down on her knees on the road and started sucking Rakesh’s cock. Several minutes later, he was fucking her from behind, standing up and bent over the tailgate which Mohan had thoughtfully dropped for her comfort. Rakesh’s cock drilled deep into her cunt and she whimpered her pleasure. That was the first time she asked them both to fuck her together and their whoops and cries of delight aroused her even further. Mohan swept up into the truck and sat at the back, his legs hanging over the edge and she buried her face in his lap as Rakesh plunged his cock into her from behind.

She explored the truck with them in ways she hadn’t dreamed of: in the back, on the seat, over the tailgate, on the tailgate, on the roof over the driver’s cab, sprawled on the flat hood. She dubbed it her fuckmobile.

“God, you’re good,” she moaned now. “C’mon, fuck me!”

“All in good time,” the youth said, softly. “What’s the rush?”

The man chuckled, straightening, his smooth dark body glistening in the low light. Kneeling behind her, he caressed her naked back, ran his long fingers over her buttocks, her hips, her sides, slowly up her back to her neck and shoulders, massaged them, pressed down on them. Beneath him, Nisha shivered in pleasure at his touch. He remained buried in her flesh, moving only slightly to keep the pressure; it allowed her to savour fully the hot hard thickness and weight of his massive penis throbbing and pulsating steadily inside her. His fingertips caressed the nape of her neck, roved over her face and lips; her mouth opened and she sucked sexily on his fingers. Slowly, he ran them under her body to her big, swollen, pendulous breasts, gently squeezing the flesh, pinching and twirling the hard nipples in his strong fingers. Holding her hips, he began fucking her with long, smooth, skewering strokes, thrusting powerfully in and out of her body.

The man was a third lover, again someone she didn’t know, a handsome, hard-bodied youth Mohan had sourced for her after she’d agreed delightedly with his suggestion that it might be fun for Rakesh and Mohan to sit by and watch another man fuck her. She looked up now and saw the two watching her, transfixed and mesmerized and felt a rush of excitement. This really was incredibly sexy. She moaned loudly, facing her lovers, her body rocking heavily back and forth, her heavy breasts pendulous and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging. The man’s cock pistoned rhythmically in and out of her cunt. She could feel its thick, heavy heat and hardness.

“Yes!” she cried. “Oh yes! C’mon! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore! OHHH uh OH yes OHH yes OHH yes oh god yes oh baby yes! C’mon! Fuck me! OHHHH uh yes uhh ohma uh hanh uh yes fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! C’mon! Fuck me hard!”