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 Ch#1-Rocking in Bombay

   When I checked into the Hotel, she appeared somewhat lost and distracted
behind the reception counter.  The welcome coolness of the Hotel was so
relieving in contrast to the cab ride in blazing tropical sun of Bombay now
called Mumbai that I had just endured from the airport.

   `Hi' I said keeping my suitcase down on the glittering marble floor and
smiled at her.

   She looked up and smiled her official smile reserved for all visitors at
the counter and said, "Hello sir, Welcome to Hotel Meadow"

   I said leaning towards her absorbing the cool air and the light perfume
that wafted across the counter with it, "I have my room reserved here by my
agent in London for three days from today...  The name is Rock Hard"

   She fiddled with her keyboard and looked up and cocked her head and
asked, "Hard, you said, sir... Rock Hard?" She spoke with a cultivated but
sweet English accent.

   "Yes, of Course", I said innocently looking over her mid-30-ish full
figured brown body clad in a tight chiffon sari and sleeveless blouse.

   While she went about clicking more buttons and get some long ledger for
me to sign, I thought about how my name should sound to others.  Well.  I
was born with it....My great grandparents had migrated from Kenya to UK in
their youth and settled there and I was an Englishman by birth.  Sure, it
looked simple for them to adopt a surname like `Hard' derived from their
native Swahili name of Hurdiwe.

   But saddled as I was with the first name of Rock, it certainly sounded
phony and hardly hid the sexual undertones when they said `Rock Hard' like
this woman had just now.  Am I for real, they would have thought...?  Or
who are you kidding?  Carrying such a provocative name for a tall black (I
mean African descent) Englishman like me indeed did raise many an eyebrow.

   "Mr.  Hard, here is your reservation", she said pleasantly enough but
did I notice a twinkle in her eye or was I imagining things; pointing to
where I was supposed to sign.

   She did look sultry and tempting.  Her waist and hips were well formed
and stood out conspicuously beneath her sari.  She was as only a little
shorter than me.  And I was 6 ft and a few inches, so she was certainly
tall for an Indian woman

   "A/C suite... Room no 696 Sixth Floor sir" she said matter-of-factly and
turned and her sari fell away with the swift motion, revealing her big and
bouncy jugs held in a tight silk blouse with a deep-V and I could see her
soft rounded upper breasts from where I stood.

   "Oh well, Thanks" I said enjoying the sight.  "Will there be a bellboy,
Miss..." I asked haltingly.  She completed immediately, "Patil.  Bhumi for
you..." and smiled.  She had nice teeth and when her crimson yummy lips
widened, she sported a dimple too.  "Hello Bhumi, I am Rock from UK", I
extended my hand and clasped her soft and tender brown one and shook it
cursorily.  Her eyes flashed at our touch and miraculously my peter yawned
and stretched in its tight confines of my jeans.  I let go and leaned
toward her and asked conspiratorially, "I am new to this city, I was
wondering if someone would be..." She nodded her head and her dark black
hair danced with the movement.

   "Certainly, sir, we have Tour desk and there are guided tours daily..."
she replied as if she was not sure that was what I was looking for.  She
was right, I wasn't.

   "Well, I will have to make do with it, I guess," I whispered and picked
up my suitcase and turned toward the elevator lobby.  When I turned back
from near the elevator entrance, she was looking at me with a wonder and I
hoped the ice was thawing.

   The room was pretty nice and was as comfortable as you would expect in a
four star grade hotel.  The view from the window showed the Dadar beach and
the sea seemed calm at the time.  I stripped and showered and the water was
cool and pleasant and thought about the sultry looking wench I had met at
the Reception.

   Bhumi....Hmmm....she was a pretty nice well kept mid 30s kind of woman,
the very kind I go for.  The brief glimpse of her brown Indian flesh I had
seen thorough her tops made my cock stiffen beneath the cool invigorating
jets of shower.  I massaged my thick burgeoning cock with my left hand and
it pulsed as balls hardened under the chillness of water.  I was blessed
with a long and big monster...These were the terms used by the women I had
bedded and not my own bragging.  I did not disagree with them either.  At 8
inch length and a girth filling a healthy clenched palm and with a hunger
matched only by its ever wakeful state, my cock had served me well.

   Now it was aching for some action.  It was nearly eight days since I had
left UK and had sex with my former girlfriend Torrie who I casually dated
when I found time.  I was yet to make a debut here in the land of
Kamasutra. I wondered if Bhumi was worth chasing.

   I dried off and sprinkled some Musk talcum powder on myself.  I changed
into corduroy shorts and white T shirt and stepped out of the room to grab
some tea and snacks.  It was 3.00 PM and the lunch on the plane had not
been not filling enough.  I went over to the Reception automatically and
was pleasantly surprised to see Bhumi moving out.  A darker and lithe
teenage girl was taking over.  "Hi, Bhumi" I cleared my throat and she
turned to face me.

   Her `pallu' (that is the part of sari draped over the shoulders) had
fallen down as she was now more informal and I was sure she was knocking
off from her duty.  She smiled.  "Hello Mr.  Hard.  Hope you find the room
in order and to your liking.  Where are you off to, sir?" She smiled.  It
was really bewitching.  She threw her hair back and her full breasts reared
up and down in her tight blouse making my throat go dry.

   "Jolly good show", I said wonderingly hoping the English expression was
adequate.  "What?" she muttered uncomprehendingly, arching her eyebrows. 
"Well... the Hotel, I mean, the Room and view and all..." I said trying not
to sound too sheepish.  She smiled broadly.  She knew what I had seen and
meant.  "Call me Rock...  Can you show me to the café and we can have some
tea too", again hoping it did not sound like a blatant opening.

   "No, not at all, Mr.  Hard...er...Rock" she laughed at her clumsiness in
addressing me and moved near me.  The perfume again.  Like sandalwood or
incense, very intoxicating too.

   Her sari was really pleasing to the eye and the contents infinitely more
so.  She was well built, can be termed buxom if you will and carried
herself gracefully.  Her curves moved in rhythm like sine waves as she
strode along the marble floor toward the distant thatched roof café.

   I was wearing nothing below my corduroy shorts and as my cock showed
signs of awakening distinctly now, I hoped the bulge was not conspicuous in
the café as there were quite few tourists seated there.  It was bright and
sunny and Bhumi ushered us to a corner seat that had good vista of the
beach behind.  As she sat down I could clearly see her brown skinned soft
globes temptingly swell out of her blouse tops and she draped her sari
around her well rounded waist tightly as she sat opposite me.  It was a
cane chair and the cushions were hard.  So was my cock.  It was at least
seven inches and growing.  I was sure if I stood up then she could see the
tent projecting out between my legs.

   I made an effort to suppress my predicament.

   "So, Bhumi...It's your City and your Hotel... You can order what you
feel tastes good", I said chivalrously.  "Oh, you want to eat something?"
she asked.

   I could think of several things to eat then and there .I looked at her
hungrily.

   "Yes, some snacks won't be out of place.  My stomach is grumbling."
"They make yummy cutlets and pakoras too" (Pakoras are fried spicy snacks).
"I am sure that will suit me fine and something to drink" I shrugged
stretching and looking at the golden chain hanging precariously in the
valley formed by her soft sloping tits.  We relaxed with the snacks and
lemon tea that tasted fresh and tangy.

   Bhumi looked at me from over her plate.  I was eating the snacks and
feeding my eyes on her yummy looking boobs too at the same time and I am
sure she must have noticed it this time around.

   "So Rock, what brings you to Mumbai and India?" she asked casually
licking tomato sauce from her long artistic looking finger.  I gulped. 
"Taj mahal and the Himalayas" I said, not entirely untrue.

   "You have been there, already?" she asked me "Not yet, just arrived, you
know" I reminded her "Of Course, How stupid of me!" she giggled at her faux
pas.

   I interrupted, "Bhumi ...Never heard of an Indian name like that before,
I know several Indians back in England.  What does it mean?" "Well" she
said coquettishly," It means earth, wet earth...You know the kind ready to
be ploughed by farmers"

   "I am sure farmers would enjoy that," I said impulsively.  "What?" She
said again not sure what I meant.  She had this way of saying `what' which
was seemed both innocent and provocative at the same time.

   "Wet earth and farmers...Hmmm...I love the smell of wet soil" I said
thinking of something that belonged to her than the earth itself, but bore
close resemblance.  If you catch what I mean!  Thus the small talk went on
and Bhumi was somehow very inspired to talk to me the first evening at
length.  Call it dame luck or what you will but the dame here was telling
all about herself in an hour so as we sat here sipping hot tea after tea.

   It appears that Bhumi, the Earth Girl, was a sad divorcee of 35 years.
Sad in the sense, she was a victim of some redundant and idiotic Indian
superstition.  She was married to some semi-literate businessman arranged
by her poor parents when she was only 18.  They thought by marrying her off
to a rich man would assure her of a stable future.  She bore two children
after ten years of a loveless marriage.  Two daughters and no son meant
only `hell and suffering' to her man and he deserted her, resulting in a
long drawn out divorce..  Sons are that important in some claustrophobic
Indian families and prejudice against fair sex is not unheard of, she told
me

   She lived with her two daughters, Smitha and Anu.  They were 17 and 10
years of age.  She had worked hard and studied in the nights to complete
Hotel management and become a senior staffer in the Hotel Meadow.  That was
three years ago.

   She cried a little when she recounted all this.  I was by now seated
next to her and my arms were round her smooth shoulders patting
consolingly.

   Abruptly she looked at me and said, "Why, Rock... I do not know what got
into me.  I am talking to you as if you are my soul mate, whereas I
...we..." "We are no more strangers, Ok honey..?  I am your friend..." I
patted her smooth brown shoulders more and moved closer to her soft
contours in the next seat.

   I had told her briefly about my own separation and loneliness back home
too.  All this seemed to be striking a right chord somewhere deep within
us.

   She hurried to go.  She had daughters waiting at home and it was a long
way across the city in local train, she told me.  I caressed her soft full
bodied feminine form once as she stood up even as I was seated.  Her cheeks
reddened at this and her eyes sparkled with untold feelings cooped up.  She
was like a volcano suppressed for a long time.  But she had to go.  My cock
shriveled back reluctantly into its shell.

   I was content to let her go and consoled myself that night with a
session of masturbation.

   The next day I woke early and was swimming my third long lap in the pool
when I saw her walking up to greet me.

   "Hello Good morning, Rock" she said brightly leaning toward me as I swam
to the wall and edged closer to getting out.  If anything, her blue silk
sari was draped tighter across her big form and her brown arms and
shoulders shone like polished ebony in the morning light.  "Good Morning
yourself, Bhumi, Will you join me in the pool?" I asked although I knew the
answer.  "I am on duty now and so I can't... some other time, some other
place" she waved me to come out.  Some other place, huh?  Whatever did she
mean?  I got up, wet shorts sticking to my sculpted groins and water
pouring down over my black skin as I stood like an exhibit in front of her.
I had to seduce her, I felt.  Move aggressively, I urged myself.

   Bhumi's eyes sparkled again and she smiled as she looked over my 6 ft
tall black form...All man... aching for her.  If only she knew...  She
talked about yesterday and was wondering how quickly we had become friends
so soon.  I made similar light talk too.  I started getting hard just
standing there looking at her lovely big form clad in silk.

   I turned away before she could notice my growing hard-on "Can you come
up to my room?  I want to show you some gifts from my last trip to Africa"

   "Africa?  I would love to... well", she looked over at the Reception. 
There were already two staffers in there.  "It's too early in the day for
much work there.  Yes, I guess I can spend some time away now" Her eyes
shined brightly as she made a decision that pleased her.

   My heart was thumping madly as we went up the elevator, standing close
to her sweet smelling form.  I hugged her impulsively and she snuggled for
the time that the Lift traveled for 4 floors and then broke free saying
things like "Hey, you are too fast, I must be mad" and so on.

   My hands were shaking with anticipation as I turned the key in the door
lock.

   As soon as we are inside, it was she who flung herself at me madly.  I
embraced her tightly and her soft cushiony boobs mashed against my naked
black chest.

   Our mouths met in a rush.  Twisting tongues and wet lips all over each
other, we gasped as we made our way into the room.  My cock was poking her
soft belly like a pistol.

   As we broke for breath she blurted, " Oh Rock, I am sorry, I don't know
why I behaved so...so..." She could not find further words as my mouth
engaged hers again in a soft slithering battle that heightened our passion.
My hands busied themselves in uncovering the goodies that only my eyes had
feasted on.  I stripped her down to inner petticoat as I removed yards of
silk sari in mad hurry with one arm looping it over and over as I uncovered
her brown Junoesque form.

   She was gripping me tightly across the waist and her soft hands now
moved into the elastic of my jocks on to my naked hips.  I gasped with lust
at her soft cool touch and I myself removed my jocks in a hurry with the
other hand allowing it to join the heap of her sari on the carpeted
floor...

   My rigid hot black cock swung up free like a released arrow striking
against o the sensitive underbelly of Bhumi.  My hands all but ripped her
blouse away exposing her brown milky globes covered in a sheer lacy bra
that struggled to uphold them.

   Even as my trembling fingers sought to unhook and free the beauties, she
looked at my erect manhood for the first time and stood back, her brown
jugs and their inch long dark nipples straining to get harder, making a
beautiful silhouette of light and shade against the drawn window curtains.
"Oh Rock... What...what a man!" was all she could say as her hands eagerly
and tentatively closed over my thick straining length and I drew her back
to me again.

   She had to tilt my cock up and away to allow closer contact in our
embrace.  I mean, today my prick was really sticking its nose out.

   As I crumpled up her petticoat in my bare hands, I realized as it went
up way above her upper thighs that she was wearing no panties below.

   As she was uncovered fully now, I stood back and looked at the gift
bestowed on me that morning in India.

   She was tall and big, you already know that but I felt her big soft
feminine form in all its abundance and glory only in its sheer nudity then.
Her tits were ripe humongous like papayas and were very slightly drooping
with weight.

   Her audacious brown nipples stood right up, perked to full length as if
competing with my prick and its length.  Her areola was dark and wide about
2 inches with some goose pimples speckling them.

   Her waist was wide and soft with a soft light tier of flesh which would
make lying down on it very comfortable indeed.  Her Pelvis looked strong
like an ox and could take all the ramming I could give, I thought hungrily.
She was a glorious sight.  Her underbelly was wised and softly curved and
bore light testimony with marks of two pregnancies.  It made her look so
mature and full and ripe.  Her waist sloped ponderously to big juicy hips
that sat proudly blemish free brown smooth and silky.  Her thighs were wide
as they were long and rounded too and each thigh was like Doric columns you
see in those Roman monuments.  Big rounded and smooth.  Her feet were
smooth elegant and had painted long digits that supported her entire
pleasurable form with poise.  She was a walking pleasure chest.  It was her
soft triangle of hair that covered her wide and soft folded pubic lips that
made my breath choke in wonder.  It was not that I had not seen good female
pussies before.  White or Black.  But here was a pure Kamasutra specimen in
its glory.  I waited no further in mere visual appeasement.

   I sank to my knees before her voluptuous full supple form and my dark
African face buried itself in the drippy wet grotto of this Indian mature
beauty.

   As I held on to her smooth thighs for support My mouth lapped at the
honeysuckle of her wet vulva snaking into the juiced hot interiors
unfolding the labia and savoring her sweet tasting juice on my lips.  Her
bush pressed into my nose and lips, I cuddled her soft bum and my right
hand probed the sweet junction of her womanhood sneaking in from between
her buttocks.  "Um ahhhhhh", she groaned throatily in response to my
ministrations of her inner sanctorum.  I probed on relentlessly, plucking
her wet lips and peeled them away as you would an orange and my thirsty
tongue soon would take over reaping rich juicy benefits therein.

   Again and again my teeth brushed against her budding clitoris pressing
it back into its prominent hood, making her viscous fluid to seep forth
into the cavity of mouth.

   I lapped up hungrily like it was elixir from paradise and I had only few
seconds to partake it, lest... the sweet and pungent woman juice trickled
down into my throat as well over the sides of my mouth, fuelling my passion
deep inside my balls.  As if a lightening had struck me I was charged to
burst and I stood up wiping my mouth off her dribbling nectar.  I stood up
full height looked at Bhumi.  Her eyes were closed as if in worship or
meditation.  I knew this was going to be big moment for both of us.

   Although I had met her barely a day ago, it seemed as if I was waiting
for her for ages.

   My cock standing up like a pointing gundog, I pushed her shoulders back
into the inviting softness of the bed behind her and she fell in a swoop, a
delightful spill of soft brown arms and smooth contours of heated waiting
flesh, mewling `Oohs' and `aahs' as she made space for me to climb in.

   As I snuggled to her warm heated form we were all over each other in an
envelope of arms soft thighs entwined her hands found my hot organ again."
As I started nuzzling her warm crook of the neck and my hands found her
smooth columns of thighs to play with, she asked,

   "So is this the African gift you wanted to show me?" she gurgled
mischievously shaking me by the root.

   I licked her perky nubs of nipples, licking the areola in circles and
moving the buds around in my hot mouth cavity My hand found the other proud
counterpart and twisted it playfully making her gasp in wonder as flood of
sensations raced in her famished body.

   I moaned as her soft hands caressed my shaft and castled the nuts in
their sac, I moaned "Oh, Bhumi, Sweety... nothing matters to me any more
than plowing your wet Bhumi (earth) with my mighty plough" I finished
slurping on her tit tips.

   "Yes" She hissed with reddening face in the same tone and context,
"Fertilize my soil.  Fill it with your hot seed" I looked at her in
wonderment as she said softly and haltingly "But be gentle, Rock.  You know
I have not actually... after the divorce... met anyone...You
understand...so..."

   I stared and asked unbelievingly "Is it true, darling?  I am your first
lover after your separation?"

   She nodded `yes' and her eyes filled with tears with feeling at this
momentous confession.  "Yes and the only man other than my husband ...
ever" she said feelingly again and clasped my neck and hugged me to her
soft bosom.  I understood.  She was a virgin when she had married at 18 and
she was with me now and here, three years after her sad break-up.  In the
East especially India, divorces and lovers outside weddings are still quite
rare.  Yes, it mattered to her a lot.  And hence it did to me too.

   She was like volcano unplugged in a few minutes as I caressed her
passionately, although aware of my blood pounding into my thick shaft and
pre-semen started dribbling as she twisted it any which way in her fist.

   I licked all the way from her succulent tits to her wide smooth waist to
her soft rounded mahogany-like thighs.  I lifted each leg lovingly in my
arms as I kissed and licked its smooth polished length.  And she broke out
in goose bumps as my hands and tongue played havoc on her sensitive skin.

   "Oh, Rock, No one...never did..." she would blurt out as I continued my
sensuous ministrations, each act a `first time' to her, adoring her superb
body spread out in front of me with hands and mouth simultaneously.  I
exercised supreme control in holding back on to my flooding passion
straining every nerve in my cock, to prolong the proceedings.  I wanted to
make it memorable for us both.

   I licked each toe and sucked on them making a slurping whistling sound
in the semi dark bedroom and slowly these wet noises and hungry moans ruled
the time.

   "Rock...Quickly... please come up" she beseeched me with an urgency as
she felt her own reservoir of endurance reaching the brim, catapulting me
into immediate action of springing back on my hands and knees and I knelt
in the inviting V of her thighs.  Holding my 8 inch pulsating man-organ in
my hand I judged what would be the center of her juicy folds and thrust in.
My cock sank into her wet portals like a hot knife into a slab of yielding
butter.  Clenching tightly on the bottom of my nuts I thrust the long organ
again and again into her, goring her waiting wet woman cave.  She moaned
and threw her head about on the pillow continually, bearing the pleasurable
screwing that her womb had waited all these years.

   I humped her pussy ruthlessly and savagely matching my passion with her
hunger, my ardour with her waiting.  My cock came away coated as with the
liquid passion of her secretions and my pubic hair was mated with her own
and both grew soggy as I plundered Bhumi's treasures relentlessly.  Soon I
turned her over on her knees and I stood on the floor next to the bed, my
wet dribbling cock dangling between my thighs pointing at the exposed
reclining big buttocks Of Bhumi.  "Hurmffff" I gasped with effort, as I
held on to her yielding big buttocks in each hand and rammed in, homing
into her pussy exposed vertically beneath her comely ass globes,

   My cock snaked into the juicy slick pussy folds stretching them out and
I gored her like a bull, my cock tip verily kissing the mouth of her womb,
deep, deep in her seething chambers.  "Ahhhhhh...Ammmaaa" She moaned like a
bitch in heat, all chastity and decency now vanished, only passion ruling
her body and senses .  She mated happily and enthusiastically with me,
thrusting her soggy leaking pussy back till her soft ass cheeks banged
against my underbelly taking the full length of my African cock into her
wet mature Indian cunt.

   `Global village concept indeed', I though sweat pouring down my front
all over black sculpted body into the crack of her ass in front of me, into
our sweet junction mingling with the combined juices as I labored to
fulfill the Indian divorcee's famished cunt and its cock craving for nearly
half hour.  Before I turned over again and entered her pussy in missionary
style, her mouth was dribbling saliva and her cunt was dribbling pussy
honey.  She had climaxed at least three times.  Not the explosive kind, but
three continual roars like waves that come and go racking her passion
heated body.

   I pumped in and out her lubricated passage seeing her spread out below
me, surrendered fully to what I was giving, smacking thigh to thigh, pelvis
to pelvis, as my enthusiasm flared and I finally exploded like a pent up
volcano spilling white man seed from the bottom of my nuts, every precious
thick dollop deep, deep into her waiting pulsating oven of her womanhood, I
don't even remember collapsing in utter exhaustion on her soft well endowed
sweaty form

   I was sure neither her husband nor any other man would have satisfied
her thus on that day in the room as me.