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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 7 : Beach Ball

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

For a glossary of Indian words, see
http://home.onestop.net/cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm
http://thunder.prohosting.com/~cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm

This story is also online at
http://thunder.prohosting.com/~cyrene/prose/hough/anuja.htm
and at
http://home.onestop.net/cyrene/prose/hough/anuja.htm
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They are fortunate. Anuja's parents go off for the weekend with some friends
to Lonavla, a hill station south-east of Bombay. Anuja knows that the house
where they will stay has no telephone. She needs to make no excuse to spend
the night out at the beach. She calls Osmond when she learns of her parents'
plans and accepts his offer. He is delighted.

Anuja has always loved fucking in live sex-shows. It appeals to the
exhibitionist in her. She is not unduly concerned about a scandal; after
all, she regularly does shows for Hedon & Venery. Jayant is as excited as
she. Osmond has offered fifty thousand rupees in cash, the price they
negotiated the previous week. Jayant himself will be there and promises that
if she suspects anything, they will pull out. He will be her chaperone.

"And," she says, grinning. "My pimp. Ten per cent is yours, remember?"

He laughs, knowing she will not refuse now. Not that either of them needs
the money -- they have enough of her own -- but he knows her and knows that
being paid for having sex, becoming a whore is one of her most ardent
fantasies. This is a chance to realise it. As he expects, she agrees and he
smiles and bends his head to kiss her, rocking his cock slowly in and out of
her cunt.

Once committed, Anuja thrills in eager anticipation. She is impatient to get
there and Jayant torments her by dawdling, taking time to fuck her again
when they should be leaving. He refuses to budge till she lets him fuck her
and she sighs and turns on her front, on her forearms and knees and lets him
fuck her heavily and unhurriedly from behind, gripping her hips and
thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt.

Their destination is good two hours away by road. They take the car with
Tony, the family chauffeur, at the wheel with Baban in front. Anuja and
Jayant ride at the back. Tony has been let in on the secret assignation and
worries slightly for her safety. He insists that they not leave the car on
the far side of the creek and cross by ferry but take the longer route
looping round the north and then heading west. They will need the car if
they have to leave in a hurry, he says. Anuja kisses him gratefully,
promising to spend some time with him when they return.

The entire hotel has been booked for the private party. It is perfect, quiet
and secluded, far removed from the nearest village. The surrounding roads
are deserted, and there are no other houses nearby. Tony draws the car up
the gravel driveway and Baban, Jayant and Anuja alight, while he parks in a
separate lot next to several swanky cars.

At the front office, Osmond greets them effusively, beaming hugely.

"Welcome, welcome," he says. "So nice of you to make it. Everything is
perfect," he gushes. "The hotel has never looked better. Come, come and see.
I must introduce you to yours hosts."

He ushers them out of the office and, in the restaurant by the pool, Anuja
and Jayant are introduced to their hosts, a good looking middle-age man and
his attractive wife. Anuja notices that the man is lithe and well built with
a trim, muscular body and handsome features. His wife is a tall, slender,
lissom beauty with finely chiselled features and a beautifully curved body.
She takes Anuja aside while the man confabulates with Jayant.

Anuja learns that her hostess' name is Seema and her husband, Vinay, is a
millionaire businessman. They are hosting this party for some important
business associates Vinay feels he must impress. Jayant and Vinay finish
their discussion and Osmond escorts them to a large villa that has been
reserved for them. It is superbly furnished with a big, wide bed, armchairs,
sofas, coffee table, elegant wall hangings, attractive lights. The bathroom
is in black and green granite with gold fittings and trim. There is even a
jacuzzi built in. Anuja dumps her tote bag on the bed and wanders through
the suite. She strolls onto the wooden sundeck and looks out at the
darkening sky, the white tops of the crashing surf. The wind tugs at her
hair and ripples her light shirt. Before her, the swimming pool glistens and
glitters. There is a round white table under a bright umbrella on the deck
and several matching wrought iron chairs. Jayant watches her with quiet
amusement.

"This is fabulous!" Anuja says. "Jayant, this is what we should use."

"Cost us an arm and leg."

"Aren't I worth it, though?"

"Mm. I'll have to think about it."

"Bastard."

They laugh. Jayant goes up to her and puts his arm around her. She leans her
head on his shoulder.

"You know what to expect, girl?" he asks gently.

"Not the details, no. Did Vinay tell you?"

"Yes. It's pretty much what we thought."

"So I'm expected to fuck a guy in front of an audience."

"Something like that."

"One of the guys here?"

"No. A stranger. Presumably a gigolo. Anji, you haven't done this kind of
thing before, have you?"

"No. Never. But I've often wanted to. Idiot, if I had, I'd have told you
now, wouldn't I?"

Jayant smiles. "Guess so. I think it should be fun."

"You know, I'm wondering."

"What about?"

"Seema. She's very lovely, very sexy. Why not her?"

Jayant chuckles. "I asked Vinay just that. Seems he's entertaining some
important business guests and wants to do something different. He says
Seema's done this kind of thing before, but only for friends, never
formally. They wanted someone younger, preferrably a teenager. And Osmond
suggested you."

"Did they find me good enough?"

"Very. Vinay wanted to fuck you right away."

Anuja laughs. "Perhaps he'll get the chance."

"Perhaps."

"Where's this to happen, d'you know?"

"Outside. On the beach."

Anuja's eyes dance. "That's sexy. How many people are they expecting?"

"About two dozen."

"So many!"

Jayant smiles. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do well."

"All men?"

"No. Couples, mostly, Vinay says, and the odd lone wolf. And there'll
probably be an orgy later. Vinay says he and Seem will both be fornicating.
When I told him I was here with Baban and Tony, he just said not to worry,
we could have any woman who was willing to have us. Apparently, it's going
to be free for all after the show."

"Am I expected to fuck any of the guests?"

"Only if you want to. Of course, they'll pay extra for that. The fifty grand
is only for the performance."

"I see. That's fine, then. Incidentally, who's the guy I'm supposed to
fuck?"

Jayant grinned. "That he wouldn't say. He assured me he's clean,
exceptionally well built and handsome and a very, very skilled lover."

"How does he know?"

"Seema fucks him all the time."

Anuja laughs. "A local then."

"I think so."

They hear cars rolling up. Jayant kisses her quickly. "The guests are
arriving. Perhaps you should get ready."

"How long do I have?"

"About an hour. Enough time. Someone will call us. What are you going to
wear?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"That bikini. It's guaranteed to give every guy a hard-on right off."

They turn back into the bedroom. Anuja strips and moves to the high, wide
bed. Lying down, she begins to fondle herself.

"Jay," she says. "Get Tony up here. I want a quick fuck."

"What's wrong with me."

"I want to fuck him, not you."

Jayant grumbles good-naturedly and goes out. He returns a few minutes later
with a grinning Tony.

"Come here, Tony," Anuja says. "Come and fuck me. I'm hot."

The chauffeur strips quickly and moves to the bed. Jayant sighs and sits in
a chair and watches Tony fuck her steadily and relentlessly for the next
half hour. Tony is a strong young man with a dark, muscular body and
clean-shaven, handsome features. His penis is over eight inches long and
more than an inch and a half thick. He keeps it shorn smoothly to the hilt.
His balls are thick and heavy. Anuja sucks his cock greedily for several
minutes and his penis swells and hardens rapidly, thickening and lengthening
in her mouth, distending her face. He fucks her mouth slowly, rocking her
head back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips at her face, his head
bent to watch her. Pushing her head away, he bends and thrusts his face into
her crotch and licks her slit, finger-fucking her simultaneously. Anuja
moans and writhes on the bed, her hips at the edge, her legs hanging over,
her body jerking and rocking, her cunt heaving up and down. She squeezes her
breasts erotically, clenches his thick hair and moves his head round and
round in her crotch, moaning obscenely.

At first, Tony fucks her on her back, standing upright at the edge of the
bed, holding her thighs apart in his hands and rocking his hips smoothly
back and forth. Jayant watches them, staring at the sight of the chauffeur's
distended erection grinding rhythmically in and out his cousin's wet cunt.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes, Tony, yes! Ohh uhh ohhh uhh ohhh uhh ohhh
uhh yes uhh yes oh god yes ... fuck me! Oh fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me,
baby ... fuck me!" Anuja cries, her body jerking and rocking back and forth
under the chauffeur's demanding thrusts.

Her breasts bounce and wobble and she squeezes them erotically, lifting and
cupping the swollen mounds, pinching and tweaking her erect nipples. Her
head flips languorously from side to side. The chauffeur moans thickly.

"C'mon ... take it ... take it, baby ... oh fuck yes ... take my cock ...
ohhh uhh ohhh uhh yeh ... oh yeh ... oh yeh ... that's it ... take it all,
bitch, take it!"

He slows and stops and, moaning and panting, Anuja turns on her front, on
her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, her legs sticking out over the
side. Tony takes his cock and slowly squeezes it into her cunt, pushing it
in deeper and deeper. Jayant watches in fascination as the huge cock
disappears inexorably between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Anuja moans
and arches her back, lifting her head. The chauffeur groans and begins to
fuck her smoothly, with long, deep thrusts, holding her hips and rocking his
back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically. His cock
saws in and out of her cunt, glistening and gleaming with their comingled
coital juices. Anuja rocks and jerks to and fro on all fours, her heavy,
swollen, pendulous breasts jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging
back and forth. Faster and faster Tony goes, his thighs slapping softly at
her buttocks as he grinds and rams hungrily into her hot, tight, wet cunt.

"Oh Tony! Tony! Oh yes! Oh ma yes! Oh god yes uhhh yes uhhh yes oh yes oh
god yes!" she gasps desperately, her voice raw and husky with lust.

"C'mon take it ... take it whore, take it ... oh fuck yes oh yes oh yes oh
uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHHH!" he cries.

They orgasm simultaneously, her body stiffening and arching, her buttocks
squirming against his thighs as the pleasure lights her face. Seconds later,
the chauffeur plunges deep into her cunt, making her moan thickly and,
growling in relief, explodes, his hips twitching at her buttocks as he
empties his load.

A few minutes later, Tony leaves and Anuja gets off the bed unsteadily.
Jayant rushes to her and holds her. She is still panting and gasping,
moaning softly.

"You okay?" he asks, brushing her forehead with his lips, stroking her hair.

"Yes. Fine. A bit tense, that's all."

"You want a drink of water or something."

"No. Not right now. I'll be fine. Come, I should get ready now."

"Yes."

Anuja goes into the bathroom to shower and clean up. Several minutes later,
she steps out naked. Jayant gives her a towel and kisses her gently. She
smiles at him as she towels herself dry and begins to dress. She has just
finished when there is a knock on the door, summoning her downstairs.

"Jayant, go ahead."

"What for?"

"Just check it out. I don't want to come down and then turn back."

Jayant nods and leaves. Five minutes later, Anuja goes down and walks
through the house and down the wide, curved steps to the garden and the
pool. The house is quiet and deserted. She sees people on the beach and
walks down the paved walkway, lit by low, calf-height shaded lamps to the
beach.

There are nearly thirty people on the beach, some sitting on the sand, some
in deckchairs, chatting, smoking, laughing. All are casually dressed, some
in shorts, others in Bermudas, T-shirts, swimming wear. Servants in white
uniforms flit between them with trays of canapés and drinks. Anuja sees
Jayant, Tony and Baban standing just inside the curved bower that opens onto
the beach and she smiles at them.

"Wish me luck," she whispers. "Here I go."

"Don't worry, babe, we're here," Jayant says.

"I know. I can't tell you how comforting that is."

"Go." Tony's voice is gentle and concerned.

She smiles at him and steps out onto the beach. The hubbub dies and face
turn to her. Anuja hesitates, a case of last-minute nerves. Quickly, she
controls herself. There is nothing to fear, and she has done this before.
Seema is at one corner and she smiles gently, in encouragement. Anuja's
pulse quickens.

Her step falters, and then she takes a quick breath and steadies herself.
There is nothing to fear, she reasons. She is here to be fucked and that is
something she knows how to do and to do well. She moves forward, seeing a
small, cleared space in front of the guests and walks to it.

Anuja looks lovely. Her long hair is braided and coiled, held high behind
her head. She wears a short terrycloth robe that just reaches her knees and
is loosely belted. Around her neck, she wears her long gold necklace. There
are rings on her fingers and small stud glitters in her left nostril. Her
eyes are thickly rimmed with *kajal*. Her feet are bare.

There is silence, only the sound of the wind and the sea. Even the servants
have stopped moving and have stepped back to the rear of the crowd. Anuja
pauses, looking at her audience and then slowly unbelts her robe. It falls
open. Slowly, she pulls the lapels wider and wider, lower on her shoulders
and then, sensuously, gently, lets it rustle to the sand. She smiles and
steps forward out of the puddled robe at her feet.

There is a collective intake of breath, a gasp from the crowd and suddenly,
Anuja exults, her mind leaping with excitement and joy at the knowledge that
all these strangers find her sexy and want to see her being fucked right
there on the sand in front of them. Fucking live before an audience is still
one of the sexiest ways to orgasm. Her cunt tingles and her breasts swell.

"Good evening," she murmurs. "My name is Anuja."

She is wearing the outrageous string bikini. The bra has thin, fine strands,
the cups little more than the size of Band-Aids, barely covering her
nipples. It is small and taut and her full, heavy breasts strain at the
cloth, her cleavage deep and enticing, the gold chain nestling in the dark
valley. The panty is ridiculous, a narrow, long strip of cloth descending
from the strings that girdle low on her hips and barely covering her
cunt-lips, leaving most of her crotch exposed. Between her thighs, it tapers
and narrows again to a single strand that rises between the curves of her
buttocks, leaving them entirely naked.

Anuja's body tingles with excitement. She finds the situation very sexy. Her
nipples stiffen and her pulse quickens. Her breasts swell, grow hot and hard
in the tiny bikini cups. Slowly, she tilts her head back, lifting her chin
and draws her hands up her sides to her breasts, her fingers spread wide,
her palms open. Her hands pause over her breasts, the heels of her palms
over her nipples and she opens her mouth and runs her tongue sensuously
across her upper lip, slowly rolling her hands over her breasts in circular
motions. Her body writhes visibly. Hunching her shoulders, she squeezes her
breasts together, crushing them hard in her hands, her mouth now forming a
wide O. Her eyes flash with lust, inviting every man in the audience to come
up and fuck her. She lifts and squeezes her breasts in her hands, the
outsides of her palms meeting in her cleavage, her face soft and radiant
with lust and arousal. Slowly, she releases her breasts and begins to slide
her hands down her belly, drawing it inward.

A lascivious smile in her eyes, her body quivering with excitement and
delight at the attention, she slides her hands lower, reversing her palms so
that her fingers are pointed down to her crotch. Lower and lower her hands
go, her fingers spreading wide. Her feet shuffle apart. Her hands slide down
and in from her hips. Her palms pressed to her lower belly, her first
fingers raised delicately, she drags her forefingers along the two sides of
the V of her crotch, on either side of her cunt. She drags her forefingers
together, closer and closer, and they crawl under the bikini panty to her
cunt-lips. Her fingers pressed to her slit, she starts masturbating, moving
her fingers sensuously up and down, back and forth. Her hips start to grind
and sway and writhe and pump. She bites her lower lip, then opens her mouth
and presses her tongue sexily to her upper lip. Slowly, she draws the edges
of the bikini panty together, squeezing and twisting them into a single
thick strand that runs down her cunt-lips.

"Yes," she breathes, "yes ... I want it ... I want it!"

Her voice carries over the breeze, audible to every person present. She
hisses softly, her fingers pumping gently in her cunt under the bikini
panty, her hips writhing and rocking slowly back and forth. With one hand
she lifts the bikini panty strand aside. Now her cunt-lips are completely
exposed and, with a soft moan, she arches a finger into her slit, her hips
writhing, her buttocks flexing and unflexing making her body rise and rock
gently up and down on her feet. Her finger is visibly wet.

Still masturbating, she turns around, her back to the audience and they can
see her naked buttocks now and the rear strand of the bikini panty emerging
from the dark cleft between the smooth curves. She slides her hands to her
buttocks, bends forward slightly, pulls them open, exposing her sweetly
puckered anus with the bikini strand running over it and looks over her
shoulder at the audience with a wanton, glassy, lust-filled expression.
Slipping hand down into her crotch, she lifts the front of the bikini panty
and arches a finger into her cunt again so that from behind the audience can
see her masturbate.

"Yes," she says again. "I want a man ... I want a cock ... I want to be
fucked!"

On cue, timing it to perfection, a figure shimmers out of the shadows in
front of her. A man steps silently over the soft sand and Anuja straightens
as he comes up before her.

The man is tall and dark and handsome, with a stunning physique. He is
wearing nothing but tight, small swimming trunks. His face is lean and hard,
with a sharp nose, dark eyes set deep, a thick shock of black hair. He is
clean shaven and his jaw is square and hard, his lips slim and wide. His
cheeks are hollowed and lined.

His body is tanned and dark, the skin smooth and supple with not an ounce of
fat anywhere on him. His shoulders are wide and broad and his torso is a
savagely slashing V from shoulder to hip. His chest is deep and cleaved, the
pectorals bulging, small hard nipples pulled wide and low on either side.
His belly is rock-hard, every muscle ridged and defined. His arms are
thickly bunched with strength, his wrists as thick as his forearms. His legs
are long and strong, the thighs sturdy and rippling with muscle. His waist
is narrow, his hips high, his buttocks small and taut and lean. His torso is
entirely hairless, even the armpits depilated. The bulge in his crotch is
thick and promising.

His body glistens and Anuja realises that he has oiled it lightly to
accentuate his physique. He looks very sexy. She trembles in excitement and
pleasure. Seema has chosen well, she thinks. This man will be a magnificent
lover.

A brief smile flickers on his face. He comes closer, and his hands go around
her, slide down her body to her buttocks, pulling her to him. Anuja arches
against him, her groin pressed to his, her back bowed, her hands on his
arms. He bends her further back, more and more steeply and her body curves
backward in a steep bow. He holds by the waist with one hand and bends his
face to her upthrust breasts. Anuja gasps loudly as he draws one fleshy
mound into his mouth, with the bikini cup and sucks on it. Her head falls
back, upside down. He squeezes the other breast with his free hand.

He pulls her up slowly and she moves smoothly, in perfect, unspoken
understanding. She licks his chest lasciviously, sucks and licks one nipple,
then the other, slowly descends to her knees in front of him. Groaning
audibly, she presses her face to his crotch and sucks his penis through his
swimming trunks. The man grunts softly.

Gently, she slides her fingers into the legs of his trunks. Her fingers
close around his penis. It is huge, at least eight inches long, over an inch
thick and not yet erect. Anuja grows hot with lust. His cock is
uncircumcised, the shaft, she notices, shaved smooth to the hilt, the balls
heavy and low. Slowly, she drags his trunks down, lower and lower. His cock
springs out, thick and long, better than she had hoped. Whimpering softly,
she takes it in her hand and jerks it gently, deftly. It quivers and begins
to thicken and grow. She flips back the foreskin, caresses her face with it,
her lips open, running it over her lips and cheeks. Her tongue flickers out
and swirls over his cock-head. The man grunts and his hands go down to her
head. She looks up. His head is bent, watching her. His hips grind forward.
Jerking his shaft gently, she opens her mouth wider and slowly takes his
cock into her mouth. The man's head arches back and he groans loudly,
pulling her head deeper into his crotch.

Anuja sucks her anonymous lover's cock slowly and deeply and heavily,
jerking his shaft in her fist, her head rocking back and forth between his
thighs. He fucks her mouth unhurriedly, rocking her head back and forth with
both hands, pumping his hips at her face.

Her back is to the audience and they cannot fully see her sucking his cock.
Somehow, this only adds to the eroticism of the scene. Her buttocks rest on
her heels, her toes digging into the sand. The viewers only see his hips
jerking to and fro and her head rocking back and forth between his thighs.

Anuja pauses and lifts her head slightly, tonguing his navel, taking his
cock between her breasts. She feeds it down her cleavage and squeezes her
breasts over his penis through the bikini top. The man groans loudly. She
bends her head and resumes sucking his cock, dipping her head now and then
to suck and lick his heavy, low balls.

"Mm ... yes ... suck it ... suck my prick, c'mon ... do it!" the man grunts.

His cock is enormous now, over nine inches long and two inches thick, hot
and hard and throbbing. Slowly, he shuffles around and she moves with him so
that they are now turned sideways with their profiles to the audience. The
viewers watch her suck his cock harder and faster, her head rocking swiftly
back and forth, his cock glistening between her lips, distending her face.
Pausing, her head tilted to one side, her eyes hooded, jerking his cock in
her fist, she opens her mouth wide and swirls her tongue cunningly around
his cock-head. The man groans. His hands slide down to her shoulders and he
slips off the straps of the bikini top. It falls away, revealing her heavy,
full breasts. Sucking his cock again, she caresses her breasts erotically.
Pre-cum gunk spurts from his cock-head and she moans and catches it on her
face and in her mouth, swallowing it lasciviously. The man shuffles around
slowly, fucking her mouth as he moves, pausing briefly with his back to the
audience so they can see his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips
grinding back and forth. He moves in a three-quarter circle, returning to
their original position facing the audience, her back to them.

The man pushes her head away and sinks to his knees before her. They kiss
slowly, deeply, sexily, their mouths wide, their tongues fencing with each
other, his hands on her breasts, her fingers stroking his cock. They fall to
the sand with her on her back. She spreads her legs, lifts her knees, pulls
the bikini bottom wide, draws her cunt-lips open.

"Fuck me," she moans loudly. "Fuck my cunt!"

The man bends over her between her thighs on outstretched arms and knees,
his knuckles on the sand. Anuja groans and arches under him.

"Yes," she says, her hands on his cock, guiding him to her cunt. "I want it!
Shove your cock into my slit! Fuck me!"

The man dips his hips, flexes his buttocks. His cock slides into her cunt,
past the twisted band of the bikini panty. He gasps, arching his head, his
hips dipping lower and lower, his buttocks flexing taut. Beneath him, Anuja
arches and moans, her hips lurching upward. His cock disappears inexorably
into her flesh.

"C'mon ... do it! Fuck me hard!" she gasps, clenching his thick forearms,
her legs splitting wider still.

The man groans and begins to fuck her on the sand before the silent, gaping
audience. His hips rise and fall in a steady, mesmerising cadence, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing. Anuja gasps and whimpers as his cock strokes
smoothly in and out of her cunt. It feels wonderful in her slit, hot and
thick and hard and long, and she has no need to fake her pleasure. Her body
rocks and lurches under his thrusts, her hips heaving and rocking under his,
her breasts wobbling and jiggling as he strokes powerfully and unhurriedly
in and out of her slit.

"Ohhh uhhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes ohhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes ... fuck me yes
... do it ... ohhh god yes uhhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhhh yes!" she gasps.

"Take it! Take my cock, whore ... take it all ... oh fuck yeh ... oh yeh
that's it ... take it ... ohhh uhhh ohhhh uhh ohhh uhhh ohhhh!" her lover
responds.

He swings his hips in tight circular motions as he drives into her, entering
her cunt from all angles. Anuja hisses in pleasure, her head arching, her
back bowing. Her face flips from side to side. She squeezes her breasts
erotically, moaning obscene encouragement. The man moves faster, steadily
gathering speed. She cries out sharply, moving in unison with him, hissing
in joy.

"Oh ... uhh ... ohh ...  uh ... ohhh ... uhhh ... oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh
uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ohhhh!"

Her cries are sharp and staccato as he moves faster and faster. His hips now
snap sharply as he plunges into her and his buttocks flex and unflex
rapidly, bobbing and bouncing over her heaving groin. Her body lurches and
jerks and rocks under his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling and wobbling
heavily. Her face contorts in an agony of joy, her mouth open, her eyes
screwed shut, her head flipping from side to side. She squeezes her breasts
eagerly, crying out loudly.

"OHHH UHH OH MA OH MA OH MA OHHHH UHH OHHH UHH OH MA UHH AHHH UHH YES OH GOD
YES OH GOD OH GOD YES!"

The man gasps and grunts, his head bent, watching her face, his mouth
hanging open, panting and groaning. His muscles cord and stand out in hard
ridges. Sweat breaks out on their bodies. His cock pistons and plunges in
and out of her slit.

"Take it ... take it, whore ... take it ohhh uhhh yes uhh yes ohhh yes ohhh
god yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes oh fuck yes!"

Faster and faster he goes, his body rocking and bouncing furiously over
hers, his hips slamming up and down, his cock plunging and pistoning and
reaming and ramming feverishly in and out of her cunt. Her orgasm nears,
grows, looms. He senses it and slows immediately to a long, skewering,
spiralling, thrusting action. Anuja groans and arches in pleasure under him,
gasping and panting deliriously. The man gasps as her hot, tight, sopping
wet cunt convulses on his throbbing penis.

Slowly, he draws out of her, making her moan loudly. He turns her over onto
her front, facing the audience. Anuja whimpers, her hips writhing, and waits
for him to fuck her again. Her swollen breasts are pendulous. Sand flecks
her back and thighs and buttocks. The man kneels behind her and pulls off
her panties. She kicks them aside. He squeezes his cock-head between her
buttocks and smoothly feeds it into her cunt. Anuja hisses in pleasure,
rocking forward on her hands and knees, her face rising, a vision of pure,
naked, unfaked lust. Her mouth is open, her eyes hooded, and her tongue
presses sexily to her upper lip. She turns her face over her shoulder to her
lover as he flexes his buttocks and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into
her cunt.

"Ohhh yes ... ohh fuck yes ... that's it ... shove it in, lover ... shove it
all in! Ohhhh yes!"

The man bends over her and kisses her deeply, his hands under her breasts,
squeezing them hard. Her buttocks writhe against his groin. He straightens
and, holding her hips, begins to fuck her again.

Anuja groans thickly, her face raised, her body jerking and lurching and
rocking with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling, her gold necklace swinging
back and forth. Her cunt is on fire and it convulses and spasms frantically
on his pistoning penis. The man has hit a swift, hungry rhythm, jerking her
body back and forth, dragging her cunt up and down the length of his shaft,
groaning and gasping his pleasure. His thighs slap softly against her
buttocks, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips. She is an exceptionally fine
fuck, he thinks and groans aloud. Faster and faster he goes, building up
speed again, his hips snapping back and forth, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his cock glistening as it goes in and out, appearing and
disappearing between the smooth curves of her buttocks. He stretches his
hands forward and squeezes her breasts hungrily. His loins ache for release.

"Fuck me ... yes ... ohh god yes ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard ...
ohhhh yes ... ohhhhhh uhh ohhhhh uhh ohhhhh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh
uh OHHHHHH!" she cries.

The man groans, on the verge of an orgasm. He flings his head back and
gasps, taking several deep breaths, his fingertips in the small of her back,
moving her back and forth to suit his pleasure. They form an erotic sight,
the man with his superbly sculpted physique kneeling behind Anuja's luscious
curved body, his hips swinging and snapping and rocking back and forth, her
body lurching and jerking to and fro with his thrusts.

Several minutes later, they pause, both teetering on the brink of an orgasm.
Anuja is panting with lust, hot and hungry as a vixen. The man turns on his
back on the sand, his head to the audience and Anuja kneels between his legs
and bends her face over his lap. Jerking his upright, sticky, rampant
erection, she drags her tongue lasciviously up and down the shaft, swirling
her tongue over the bulging cock-head, teething the stem. Bending her head,
she starts sucking his cock, jerking it in her fist. Her head bucks and bobs
over his lap, her face distended with the thickness of his penis. The man
gasps and groans, holding her head and moving it up and down to suit his
pleasure. She sucks harder and faster.

"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... suck it ... c'mon, whore ... suck my prick ... oh
fuck yes!" the man gasps.

He pulls at her arms and she stops and rises, dragging her tongue up his
hard body in an utterly wanton action. Higher and higher she goes and pauses
to kiss him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He squeezes her
heavy breasts. She moves higher and feeds her breasts to his mouth. He sucks
them one by one and then, squeezing them together, on both simultaneously.
Anuja moans, arching her head. His hands are on her buttocks, probing her
anus and slit. Her hips grind. She moves higher, straddling his face on her
knees. With one hand, she claws her cunt-lips open and sinks her hips. The
man grips her thighs and thrusts his tongue into her cunt. Anuja gasps, her
head arching back, her face twisting with lust, her hands on her breasts,
crushing and squeezing them in unfaked pleasure, moaning erotically.

"Ohhh yes ... c'mon ... do it ... lick my slit, baby ... ohhh ... uhhh yes
... that's it ... ohhhh yes ... ohh that's good baby ... yes!"

She looks devastatingly sexy, her hands on her breasts, her hips writhing
and grinding on the man's face. He drives his tongue up deep into her slit
and she gasps and arches her back, squeezing her breasts in a frenzy,
pinching her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She hisses in
pleasure, and rubs one hand over her breasts, the other sliding down her
sucked-in belly, fingers splayed wide.

"Ohhhh ... yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasps. "Do it! Ohhh yes ... do it, baby
... lick my slit ... oh fuck yes ... ahhh yes ... there ... oh that's it ...
ahhh yes there!"

Her cunt is sopping wet, streaming with cunt-juice and she can barely
contain herself. Whimpering, gasping, panting, her chest heaving, she slides
off his face quickly and shuffles backward, astride his cock. She jerks it
quickly in her fist. The man moans softly. She moves her cunt over and then,
with a loud, shuddering cry, impales herself deeply on his shaft. He gasps
and arches under her, thrusting his cock up into her cunt. She cries out,
her head arching back, her mouth wide open, her back bowed. He squeezes her
breasts and begins to buck under her.

"Ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhhh!" she groans. "Ohh uhh ohhh
uhhh OHHHHH!"

"Yeh! C'mon! Take it! Oh fuck yes oh yes oh yes oh yes!" he goes.

Kneeling over him on outstretched arms, Anuja rocks up and down on the man's
cock. Her cunt slides up and down the length of his shaft. Her breasts
bounce and jiggle. Her gold necklace tosses and flaps on her tawny flesh.
She rears up, her hands on her breasts, grinding her hips round and round on
his cock, flexing her buttocks sharply and repeatedly, squeezing his cock
with her hot, tight cunt. The man gasps and thrusts and bucks feverishly
under her. Faster and faster they go, their bodies writhing and bucking
frantically. Bending over, she kisses him hungrily, thrusting her tongue
into his mouth. He cranes his head and sucks her pendulous, swollen breasts.

Somehow, by unspoken accord, both manage to stave off their orgasms which
thunder at their loins now. They slow their movements and she smiles down at
her lover in pleasure.

"Will you fuck my ass?" she murmurs. "I like being fucked in my butt."

He grins and nods. She smiles, her eyes glittering, oblivious now to
everything but him, her audience forgotten. Slipping off his cock, she
kneels on the sand again and bends low on her forearms, lifting her buttocks
and hips high, her legs and buttocks spread to offer him her rear channel.
The man grins at the sight of her temptingly taut anus.

"Hold it open for me," he commands

Anuja nods and obeys and bends further forward, her shoulders on the ground,
her face turned to one side, her arms twisted behind her to pull her
buttocks open and offer him her anus. The man moves back smoothly and,
licking four fingers, moistens her anus.

Anuja's hips squirm in wanton desire against his hand. The man chuckles and
bends steeply forward and thrusts his face between her buttocks. Anuja moans
softly as she feels his tongue ripple over her asshole. She loves being
rimmed and he is very good. His tongue swirls over her anus, caressing the
puckered flesh tenderly. Her buttocks and hips quiver and sway with
excitement. Her anus is musky and heady and the man presses his tongue into
the cleft, making her moan in lust.

"Yes ... Ohhhhh god yes! Yes!" she gasps.

His fingers press to her cunt and two slide into her flesh. Anuja groans,
trembling with lust, her body aflame with desire. His fingers tease her
gorged clitoris, his knuckles pressing and mashing it deftly while his
tongue sweeps in dizzying circles over her anus.

"Please ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she gasps.

Laughing, the man rises to straddle her hips. He adjusts himself slightly,
flexing the taut muscles in his legs. He leans over her on outstretched
arms, his feet on the ground, his knees deeply bent and dips his hips. Anuja
holds her buttocks open with the fingers of one hand and holding his
slippery penis in her other, guides him to her anus.

"There," she gasps, pressing his cock-head to her anus. "I want it there!"

Again the man's buttocks flex slowly and his hips dip. His cock-head
squeezes into the young girl's asshole. Anuja's face twists in an erotic
mixture of pain and shock and joy. Her mouth jerks open and she cries out
thinly, her neck arching, her face pressed to the earth. Her hands remain
behind her, one on his shaft, the other at her buttocks. The man waits,
letting her catch her breath.

"Come on, bitch," he rasps softly. "Come on ... take it!"

Anuja moans softly and releases his penis and, gripping her buttocks, pulls
them as far apart as she could. She yields slowly, her sphincter spasming,
and the man gasps and slowly thrusts downward. Anuja's breath comes in
short, sharp, ragged, moaning gasps as the huge penis bursts into her rear
channel, surging inexorably inwards. Her sphincter convulses frantically on
his penis, and the man's head arches back, suffused with pleasure. Under
him, the young girl moans and writhes. Deeper and deeper his penis goes,
till he has buried himself to the hilt in her anus. Her hand is pinned
between his thighs and her buttocks.

"Come on," she moans in a shaking voice. "Fuck my ass! Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh
ma oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh yes do it!"

They are like two inverted hairpins, one in the other. Anuja's buttocks and
thighs form a great obtuse V under him. Her anus is completely and
helplessly impaled by his swollen, massive shaft. She feels dizzy with the
exquisite pain. Her pulse hammers, and her breath is ragged and her voice
hoarse. Her breasts are hot and swollen. The man rears, taking his weight on
his feet and squeezes her pendulous breasts. Anuja groans. He pinches her
rigid nipples and she gasps thickly. The pain recedes, yielding to delirious
joy and desire.

Crushing her breasts in his hands, the man begins to move his hips, slowly
fucking the young girl's ass. She gasps as he lifted his hips, drawing his
cock out of her anus till only the cock-head is held within. Moaning, she
digs her fingers into the cleft between her buttocks and pulls them wider.

"Come on," she gasps. "Put it in again, quickly!"

There is nothing fake about her lust. She wants it, and she wants it badly.
The man smiles and thrusts smoothly into her anus again. Anuja gasps and now
it is a call of pure pleasure.

"Yes," she moans. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Come on,
do it ... fuck me like a whore!"

The man bends forward again, leaning on his broad, thick forearms and,
toying with her breasts, begins to fuck her ass smoothly and quickly. His
buttocks flex and unflex powerfully, his hips rise and fall and his cock
glistens as it goes in and out of her anus. Beneath him, Anuja moans and
gasps, her body rocking and jerking back and forth and she wants it, too,
and her motions reflect her desire.

Her face is twisted to one side and, crushing her swollen breasts in his
hands, the man kisses her fiercely, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She
sucks on his tongue, squirming her bottom against his hips, bucking her
buttocks against his thighs in ardent desire. Her cries are lewd and obscene
and, spurred by the erotic, throaty, love-calls, the man begins moving
faster.

Steadily, he gathers speed till he is ram-fucking her ass, plunging greedily
and deeply into her anus, reaming and ramming his cock into her. Anuja cries
out in a shrill tone, panting and gasping. He claws at her cunt-lips and she
gasps as he slides three fingers into her cunt and begins masturbating her
furiously. Instantly, her anus, separated from his fingers by the merest
membrane of flesh, convulses frantically on his penis. He cries out in joy
and thrusts hard into her. She orgasms violently, shuddering, gasping,
mewing, keening and panting all at once. The man groans and thrusts his cock
into her savagely, slamming his hips at her buttocks, burying his cock in
her anus. Finally, he loses control.

Squeezing her breasts hard, he grinds into her anus again and again, his
hips jerking at her buttocks. Jerking out of her at last, masturbating
violently, he explodes, with a gasp of relief as the heat surges from his
cock. Jizz spurts from his cock-head and spatters her buttocks and back and
thighs, dribbles down the cleft between her buttocks, over her cunt-lips.
She moans thickly. Gasping, the man squeezes his cock back into her anus and
sodomises her again for a few minutes. Anuja groans, rocking and lurching
under him. Satisfied at last, he slides out of her and sinks to his knees.

Anuja remains bent over, moaning and gasping, her breath coming in ragged,
heaving sobs. There is a long silence and then the audience bursts into
thunderous applause. Cheers, claps, whistles, calls for more, encore,
encore, brava, bravo, brava, way to go rent the air.

Slowly, Anuja lifts her head, rises to her knees. The audience has gone
berserk, men and women on their feet, whistling and clapping, cheering.
Vinay and Seema are beaming, applauding loudly. Anuja grins in delight. She
looks over her shoulder. Her lover gets to his feet and walks up behind her.
She smiles at him and, turning her face, kisses his cock, takes its tip in
her mouth. While the cheering audience watches, she begins to suck his cock
again. The applause becomes a rhythmic beat, in time to her incessant back
and forth movements of her head. The man grins and fucks her mouth slowly.

She keeps sucking him, moving her head faster and faster and the man groans
thickly and lets himself go. Anuja senses his orgasm and, in the nick of
time, jerking his cock, opens her mouth beneath its tip. Jizz shoots from
his cock-head and into her open, hungry mouth, spatters her face and breasts
as she jerks it, moaning thickly. The applause is deafening.

The man grins and, holding out his hand, pulls her to her feet. She leans
against him, an arm around his neck, his hands on her breasts. He nuzzles
the nape of her neck, fondles her breasts, slides his hands down to her
cunt, spreads her cunt-lips open for the audience to see. There is more
cheering. Gradually, the applause dies. Seema steps closer.

"Thank you," she says. "That was absolutely wonderful."

Osmond scurries forward, rubbing his hands gleefully. "That was bril," he
says. "Very bril. I have never something so divine."

Anuja smiles at Seema, ignoring Osmond. "I enjoyed it. Thank you for
inviting me."

The audience is dispersing, Anuja notices, people pairing off. Someone calls
for Seema. She excuses herself and turns away. Anuja looks at her lover.

"Thank you,"  she smiles, kissing him on the lips. "That was incredibly good
fucking."

"Thank you. You're fabulous."

"What's your name?"

"Krishna."

"The god of love." She smiles. "I'm Anuja."

"That's a pretty name. To suit a pretty face."

Anuja grins. "You're sweet. So. What happens now?"

Krishna laughs. "Everyone fucks everyone else, that's what. Look around.
They're all over the place. Want to take a round?"

"Mm."

He takes her hand and they stroll away, their clothes in their hands. Anuja
sees that there are people fucking everywhere. Even Jayant and Baban and
Tony have joined in. She sees Baban fucking a lovely looking young woman by
the pool, bent over her on his knees and outstretched arms, his hips rocking
furiously up and down, his cock plunging madly in and out of her cunt. The
girl, no more than twenty, gasps and cries out, writhing and thrashing
deliriously under him. In the garden, Tony is sodomising a curvaceous dark
girl, slowly squeezing his cock in and out of her tight little ass. She
gasps and cries out, her face contorted in a rictus of agonised lust. Tony
buggers her slowly and heavily, pushing his heavy cock deep into her ass.
Anuja smiles; she knows how good it feels.

There are people on the beach, in the pool, in the living rooms, in the
restaurant and in the gardens, in the villas and guest suites, all fucking.
Even the staff has joined in. Krishna smiles at her.

"How about it? Want to join in?"

"Oh yes, certainly. I'm feeling very horny."

"Good. So am I."

"I'll see you later, then, perhaps."

"Yes. Again, thank you and goodbye."

"Thank you, Krishna. It really was good."

He smiles and turns away, heading for one of the guests, a tall,
fair-skinned slender beauty. She smiles at him and Krishna swaggers up to
her and grabs her. The girl laughs and says something and drops to her knees
in front of him. Anuja turns away.

Going up the path, she finds Jayant fucking a dusky young girl in her late
teens behind a thick, flowering shrub. The girl is on her back and Jayant is
bent over her, fucking her demonically with savage, plunging thrusts, his
hips rocking furiously up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
feverishly. Beneath him, the pretty girl moans and cries out loudly, her
body jerking and rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly.
Anuja steps back without disturbing them.

She gets herself laid in the dining room, bent over a dining table. A
handsome young waiter drops his trousers and pushing her forward, squeezes
his cock between her buttocks and into her cunt. Anuja moans softly, closing
her eyes and enjoying the rhythmic sawing of the thick long cock in and out
of her cunt. She comes in a few minutes and the man follows suit, driving
deep into her and exploding.

Anuja sighs and moves on. She finds another lover, a guest, and they go into
one of the villas, where he fucks her on the bed, taking her on her back,
pumping furiously in and out of her cunt till he is done. By the time she
gets a third lover, another guest, Anuja is beginning to feel bored. She
lies on the tiles by the swimming pool and lets him enjoy her till he is
done. He thanks her and she gets up and goes into her villa, packs her bag.
She is quite fed up. She collects her bag, straightens and turns and finds
Krishna standing at the door, smiling at her.

"Krishna. I thought you were having fun outside."

"I was. Then I wasn't."

She laughs. "Same here. Do you want to fuck?"

"Only if you do. It's you I want to fuck." His voice is gentle and soft.

"Can you drive?"

"Yes."

"My car's outside. Let's go home and fuck. Spend the night with me."

Krishna smiles. "Dressed like this?"

She grins. "Preferrably. But we can go by your place. Do you live far?"

"Not far."

"Let's go then."

"What about your servants? And the other guy?"

"They'll manage. They can find their way home when they've had enough. No
reason to spoil their fun."

"Okay. Let's go."

They walk out. Passing another villa, they look in through the big window. A
couple is inside, a servant and one of the guests, fucking furiously. He is
fucking her from behind, hammering his hips at her buttocks. The woman moans
and cries out, lurching back and forth under his thrusts. Anuja grins and
Krishna chuckles softly. They don't even look up.

Outside, she leads him to the car and gets in, fires the engine, and backs
out smoothly. The car crunches down the drive and he pulls onto the road. A
few minutes later, he draws up at a cluster of huts off the road, set by
paddy fields. He pauses, his hand on the door.

"Anuja."

"Yes?"

"Can I bring my brother along, too? He's very good."

Anuja's teeth flash in the darkness. "Yes. I'd like that."

Krishna smiles and disappears. He returns a few minutes later, dressed in
jeans and a shirt with another young man, who looks very like him, also
handsome and well built.

"Anuja, this is my brother, Mohan."

"Hi, Mohan. Come on, get in."

The two men get into the car, Mohan at the back, and Krishna turns the car
about and accelerates down the road. Anuja sighs and settles back in the
seat. The lights cut a swathe through the night.

"Krishna."

"Yes?"

"Tell me, does this kind of thing happen often?"

"All the bloody time. Osmond loves arranging it. Good for business."

"You don't seem to like it."

"I don't. Not much. Oh, we enjoy the live-show fucking, I mean, Mohan and I.
They always ask for us. But somehow, all that mad banging after doesn't do
much for either of us."

"Strange."

"How come?"

"I usually find it sexy. Somehow, I didn't, tonight. Just ... boring, I
guess. No soul. I mean, I loved the way you fucked me, but this business of
going from one guy to the other and getting banged ... no finesse. No soul.
Too mechanical."

"You said it. Give me a slow, easy fuck any day."

"Me, too," Mohan chuckles from the back seat. "Would you like to come up
back?"

Anuja grins and looks at Krishna. He laughs softly.

"Go ahead. You can direct me when we get close."

Anuja slips through the gap between the bucket seats and joins Mohan in the
back. He is a handsome young man with a strong, muscular body. He smiles at
her, puts his arm around her and pulls her to him, his lips meeting hers,
his hand crawling up to open her shirt, sliding under it to her breasts. She
caresses his cock, unzips his jeans. His cock is thick and long and, with a
soft sigh, she bends her head to his lap and takes his penis in her mouth.

It takes them forty-five minutes to reach her house. In that time, she sucks
his cock and he finger-fucks her. Then they fuck, with her sitting on his
lap, her back to him, her cunt impaled on his cock, his hands on her
breasts, rocking slowly up and down. His penis is thick and long and she
groans in pleasure as it tunnels deep into her flesh. She orgasms wildly and
he groans and pulls her down onto his cock gasping in relief and making her
moan as the heat spews from his cock-head and floods her slit.

Back at her house, Anuja discovers how talented the two brothers are. They
fuck her repeatedly, in turns and together, taking their time and possessing
her utterly and completely, fucking her every orifice over and over again.
When they fuck her in her cunt and ass together, Anuja is delirious with the
joy and pleasure of it. Their huge penises saw in and out of her cunt and
ass, the two orifices separated by the merest membrane of flesh, her body
writhing and thrashing eagerly between theirs. They go on and on, swapping
places again and again till she loses track of who is fucking her where; it
no longer matters. At one point, she is astride Mohan, her cunt impaled on
his cock while Krishna sodomises her slowly and heavily from behind, pushing
his cock deep into her rear channel. Under her, Mohan grunts and arches up
into her so that both cocks enter her simultaneously, slide out, go in again
in an erotic cadence. Mohan squeezes her pendulous, aching breasts, crushing
them in his hands. She gasps and cries out, turning her face and Krishna
kisses her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Changing position, Mohan turns her around with her back to him and makes her
sit her ass on his cock. She cries out, her face contorting, forcing herself
lower and lower on his cock.

Groaning, her anus impaled by his penis, she spreads her legs and opens her
cunt for his brother. Krishna chuckles and bends over her, squeezing his
cock into her cunt. Anuja cries out, her face twisting and contorting, her
head flopping back, her chest heaving, her breathing ragged, her mind numb,
dizzy with lust and pleasure and joy. The huge penis sears into her cunt
while the other fills her anus.

The two men are relentless. They fuck her repeatedly and orgasm violently
and often. Her body is sticky with sweat and their jizz in her mouth and on
her breasts and in her cunt and ass and on her thighs and buttocks. They
fall asleep finally early in the morning in a tangle of limbs.

She wakes late, squints at the clock. It is past eleven. The two brothers
are gone. The door opens. Jayant comes in, grinning. She smiles at him.

"Hi. How was it?"

"You were incredible. The fucking was great."

"Why did you disappear? Tony hates anyone touching his precious car."

"I didn't want to be part of that orgy scene. Krishna drove. He drives
well."

"You want the money?" Jayant waves a wad of notes.

"No. Keep it. Give it to Tony and Babs."

"It's yours, babe. You earned it."

"I don't want it. I don't need it. Split it. Keep what you like."

"Love, you worked for it."

"Yes, okay, and I don't want it. I don't want to fuck for money, after all.
Not like that. One on one, as a whore, fine. But I want to fuck because I
want to fuck not because some rich asshole wants to buy my fucking." She
frowns. "And now, I think ... I want to fuck Baban and Tony. Together. Get
them up. And then you."

She flings back the covers. She is naked in bed. Jayant laughs and, ducking
out of the door, calls for the servants. They hurry in and look pleased when
Jayant splits the money between them. They go into the room and Anuja
giggles, naked in bed.

"Come on, get into bed, my heroes. Come and fuck me. I want it nice and
hard. Come on."

The servants grin and laugh and quickly shed their clothes. Anuja sighs in
pleasure and, turning on her front, closes her eyes. A penis probes at her
buttocks. She lifts them. Another one presses to her mouth and she opens it
and begins to suck Tony's cock as Baban presses his penis to her cunt.

-- END OF CHAPTER 7 --

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