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EASY COME EASY GO
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by

Mixoscopist
mixoscopist@gmail.com / mixoscopist@cnbindia.com

(c) 2005. All rights reserved

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead,
is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING
EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ
FURTHER.
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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 _kurta_s,
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!_"


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