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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 10 : MOANING BY THE SEA

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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

This story 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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It was the longest, loneliest night of her life. Anuja lay awake for hours
in the darkness, numbed and dazed by what had happened. By turns, she raged
at herself for her indiscretion, at her want of judgement, at Avinash. He
was sick. The injustice and humiliation were almost too much to bear. She
wept repeatedly in anger and finally fell asleep in sheer exhaustion.

The next day, Anuja woke late, feeling surprisingly calm and collected. She
did her toilet, coiled her hair loosely in a bun at the nape of her neck
and, wrapping a toweling robe around her naked body, went out onto the
balcony. Avinash was at the round, wrought-iron, glass-topped table, reading
a newspaper, a tea service before him.

"Good morning," he said brightly, lowering the paper. "Sleep well?"

"Tea, please." Anuja didn't bother with the niceties.

"Certainly," he said. "I'll call for a fresh pot. Breakfast?"

"No, thank you."

Avinash went into the suite to call room service. He returned with a video
camera and settled down opposite her and began to fiddle with it. Adjusting
it to his satisfaction, he raised it to his eyes. She ignored him and picked
up the newspaper, screening herself behind it.

"Please," he said softly. "Put that down. You're blocking the shot."

Very deliberately, Anuja folded the newspaper and tossed it on the table.

"Thank you."

Suddenly, all the anger and hurt of the night before returned, but now it
was cold and hard. Anuja took a deep breath, looked at Avinash steadily and
considered her situation. She had no choice. She was trapped and there was
not much she could do without hurting her family and friends. She would have
to work through this. Might as well enjoy it till then, she said to herself.

Avinash was surprised by the sudden, unexpected warmth in her smile. He
arched an eyebrow quizzically. Her smile widened. Slowly, she pulled at the
lapels of the robe. It parted above and below the belt, showing her naked
cleavage, the swell of her breasts, her belly, the dark grotto between her
thighs. Parting her legs, she slid one hand up her thigh and opened her
cunt-lips.

"Shall I frig for you?" she said gently. "Would you like that?"

A smile of pleasure creased his face and he nodded. Already, the camera was
focussed on her crotch. He held it with one hand and pushed the other
between his legs, under his gown. Anuja smiled and curled a finger gently
into her slit.

"Slowly," she said, and moved her free hand under the robe over her breast.
"Nice and slow, like every morning fuck should be, right?"

Anuja masturbated for the camera, swirling her finger through her
cunt-flesh, fondling her breasts and arousing herself unhurriedly. Opening
her legs wide, she slumped in the chair and, moistening one fingertip on her
tongue, holding her cunt-lips wide open with the other, rubbed her finger up
and down her slit. She sucked in her breath with an erotic groan.

"Mmm -- that feels good," she smiled. "Oh yes!"

She worked her clitoris rapidly for a few seconds, rubbing it with her
fingertip and knuckle. Her hips writhed on the chair. Slowing again, she
returned to her leisurely up-and-down, in-and-out, round-and-round finger
actions.

Avinash grinned to himself, his penis stirring in his pajamas and slowly
zoomed in. She opened her legs for the camera, working her cunt and clitoris
sexily with a finger-tip. He lingered in a close-up of her cunt, the lips
pulled wide, the long tongue of her clitoris prominent, flipping back and
forth under a long, shapely fingernail.

"Mmm -- yes -- that feels so good -- ohhh -- if only -- I could -- be fucked
now! Fucked with a nice big cock, hot and hard!"

"Room service!"

The sharp, sudden rap on the door made Avinash jump. Anuja smiled.

Avinash went in to answer the door. Anuja straightened herself in the chair,
crossing her legs at the knee and gathering her robe together again. It was
a spectacular day. Bright and cloudless, the air was sparkling clear. Far
away, Anuja could see the golden sand on the beach and the azure waves
pounding it. The leaves of the swaying palm trees rustled softly. The
balcony was high and quite private, designed for maximum privacy from the
prying eyes of the other  guests in the hotel.

The waiter followed Avinash back to the balcony, balancing a large tray with
a silver tea service. He was a handsome youth with a bright smile. He wished
her good morning and set the tray on the low table before her. Avinash
scrawled his signature on the slip in the leather folder and added an
extravagant tip. The waiter looked pleased.

"Thank you, Michael," he said, putting the folder down on the table.

The waiter smiled. "Thank you, sir. Welcome back. Shall I make the tea,
madam?"

Anuja looked at the two men. They obviously knew each other. She caught
Avinash's eye. He flicked a glance at Michael and inclined his head in a
little nod of assent. Anuja looked back at the waiter, who was waiting for
an answer.

"Yes, please," Anuja said. "If you would."

"Certainly, madam. Sugar?"

"One please."

The waiter bent over the low table and prepared the tea. Anuja leaned
forward. She looked lovely. Her hair, slightly loosened now, framed her
pretty face in a wave. She tucked it behind her ear with one hand, the other
on her lap discreetly pushing her lapels open again. The waiter's eyes
flicked towards her and he saw the heavy swell of one breast, the long
nipple. He added sugar and began stirring slowly, looking at her sidelong.
She smiled to herself. The waiter handed Anuja the teacup. She set it down
on the table, and looked up with a smile.

The waiter was clean-shaven, tall, lean, dark, with the slender features of
the local people. He wore a brightly printed short-sleeved shirt and dark
brown trousers. His forearms were wiry and strong and his shoulders were
broad. He straightened and smiled down at her. Motes of lust glinted in his
eyes. She made no move to cover her breast. Again, his eyes slipped to her
nakedness. He turned to Avinash for a signal. Avinash nodded again. The
waiter winked and a slow smile creased his handsome features. He turned back
to Anuja, who pretended not to notice the exchange between them.

"Will there be anything else, madam?" he asked softly, imperceptibly moving
closer.

Anuja clinked her teaspoon delicately against the lip of the cup and set it
in the saucer.

"Yes," she said softly. "Yes, there will."

She lifted her hands to coil her hair in a loose knot, and her breasts
lifted under the robe, pushing the lapels apart, exposing her naked cleavage
and most of her belly. The waiter's eyes lingered on the dusky, firm,
roundness of her flesh. Rising to her feet smoothly, she unbelted her robe,
letting it hang open. Her naked crotch was exposed to his view. She stepped
forward and the waiter chuckled, his eyes glinting, and slid his hands under
her robe. Anuja smiled gently as his hands slid up her naked body and cupped
her breasts. They swelled and grew warm and heavy under his hard hands, her
nipples stiffening. She tilted her face to his, her lips flowering under his
like a lover's. She kissed him lasciviously, slipping her tongue deep into
his mouth. The waiter drew her closer, his hands sliding from her breasts to
her naked buttocks. Squirming erotically against the stranger, Anuja felt
relieved. She could continue to have sex and enjoy herself. She abandoned
herself to her naturally sharp lust. If this was how it was to be, well,
then, she might even be happy.

In one smooth, seamless movement, Anuja shrugged the robe off her shoulders
and slid to her knees before the waiter. Using both hands, she deftly
unbuttoned his trousers and, sliding down the zip of his fly, pulled off his
trousers. They puddled at his feet. With a smile of genuine pleasure, Anuja
took the waiter's penis in one hand. It was a handsome organ: Even limp, it
was still no less than eight inches long and correspondingly thick. It
dangled from a forest of dense black pubic hair. His scrotum was big and
low, and his balls looked heavy. She raked a finger delicately down the
length of the dark shaft and it trembled in her fist. The man waited, head
bent, watching her with a wide smile. Anuja's lips parted sensuously, and
she began to masturbate the waiter deftly, pumping his penis in her fist. It
quivered and began to swell rapidly, thickening and engorging in her fist,
rising up to her lips. Anuja slipped the foreskin back over the bulging
cock-head. The penis grew hotter and harder and it throbbed powerfully in
her fingers. Her head moved closer and the man tensed. He could feel her
warm breath on his penis.

Suddenly, her tongue snaked out and flickered like lightning over the
bulging cock-head.

"OHHH! Oh-uh-OHHHH!"

The man gasped sharply, his belly sucking in. Her tongue darted around for a
few seconds and then slowed to wanton, coiling, licking motion. Her lips
inched closer. The man groaned and held her head with one hand, unbuttoning
his shirt with the other.

"C'mon!" he gasped. "Suck it! Suck my cock! Come on! Do it!"

Anuja let go of the penis, held the man's thighs and, slipping her lips
around the cock-head, began to suck his cock slowly. The man groaned loudly,
arching his handsome head. Anuja's luscious lips parted wide and she took
more of his penis in her mouth. Her head rocked steadily back and forth
before him.

"Ohhhhhh yes! Yes!" The waiter gasped.

The thick cock-head slipped in and out of her mouth, glistening with pre-cum
gunk and her oral ministrations. She worked the cock-head cleverly with her
tongue, pressing the sharp tip of it to his glans, then swirling it round
the smooth, slippery surface of the cock-head. His penis was musky and made
her head swim with desire. Her excitement grew and she groaned in her throat
and, ducking her head, licked his pendulous balls. She toyed with them
sensuously, slipping them in and out between her lips, and the handsome
waiter grunted, his hips writhing with excitement. Her face and hair felt
softly erotic between his strong, dark thighs. He pulled off his shirt. His
dark torso was smooth, hairless, hard and muscular.

Smiling to herself, Anuja sucked his cock again, her wanton greed evident.
Her head rocked rapidly back and forth and she held his thick penis in one
fist as she sucked it. The waiter groaned and fucked her face, pumping his
hips gently back and forth, holding her head with one hand and moving it to
suit his pleasure. Her mouth was warm and moist and her tongue was electric,
working his cock-head incessantly, lasciviously. She took his cock deep in
her mouth and held it there, sucking sharply, running her tongue over the
cock-head, and the waiter gasped, arching his head, flexing his buttocks,
both hands keeping her head pinned to his crotch. Anuja released the penis
slowly and straightened slightly to squeeze her breasts over the cock-head
in warm sheath. The waiter chuckled, head bent, watching her.

"You're good, cunt," he grunted. "Very good."

Anuja moved back to the cane chair and slouched low, spreading her legs wide
and hooking her knees over the arms. She parted her cunt-lips with the
fingers of one hand and  squeezed her breasts wantonly with the other. With
her dark, *kajal*-rimmed eyes glittering with excitement, her luscious lips
parted, her dark hair framing her pretty face, Anuja looked bewitching. The
light glinted off the gold chain around her neck and the diamond rings on
the fingers splaying her cunt-lips open in lascivious invitation.

"Come on, Michael," she said in an erotically husky tone. "Lick my slit."

The waiter chuckled and, dropping to his knees between her forked legs,
thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja gasped, her back bowing, and clenched
his thick hair. Her mouth flew open in a wide 'O' and her eyes fluttered
ecstatically. Her hips writhed under his face.

Struggling to hold the video camera steady, Avinash zoomed in smoothly to a
close-up of his wife's cunt. His erection strained at his pajamas and,
sliding his hand into his fly, he pulled out his erect cock. In the
viewfinder, he could see Anuja's sodden slit opened wide and the waiter's
thick, heavy tongue rippling around the soft flesh within. He jabbed a
finger into her cunt and Anuja cried out, arching and writhing, her hips
twitching erotically. The waiter knuckled her swollen clitoris, twisting his
finger this way and that inside her as he flicked his tongue at her cunt.

Anuja's gasps were heavy with lust. The waiter's tongue was thick and heavy
and a bright, clean colour. Sexily tightening the tip into a sharp,
spatulated point, he flicked it rapidly in the young woman's cunt-flesh.

"Yes! Ohhh yes Michael! Yes! Ohhh god yes!" she cried.

Avinash panned slowly up her body, zooming out slightly. Anuja's head
flipped from shoulder to shoulder, her face contorted with excitement. Her
lips were bared, her eyes closed and her nostrils were flared like a rutting
animal's. There was no doubt that she was enjoying this. The waiter's tongue
rippled into her open cunt, probing into the softness within. Avinash
snapped to a close-up of his heavy, thick, pointed tongue flipping her
clitoris back and forth.

Panning up, he watched through the camera as his bride squeezed her breasts
in excitement with one hand, mauling the heavy mounds in her hands, tugging
and pinching her nipples, the other hand on Michael's head, pressing it to
her cunt, moving it round and round between her thighs. He was a strong,
adept lover. Avinash had seen him fuck his girl-friends here, and knew his
capabilities. Anuja was going to have a wonderful time. He grinned as
Michael jammed his face into her cunt and sucked on her gorged clitoris.
Anuja arched with a loud gasp and then began to moan and pant like a bitch
in heat.

"Yes! Yes! Oh! OH YES! OH YES! OH Mike -- yes! Ohh god yes!" she cried.

The waiter grinned to himself and nibbled on her clitoris. Anuja's hips
jerked and lurched erotically under his face. She gripped his head and
pinned it between her thighs. The man licked her cunt rapidly, jabbing his
tongue in and out of her cunt. When he finally stopped tongue-fucking her,
Anuja was panting and whimpering with abandon.

"Come on Michael," she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me quickly!"

Grinning, the waiter tormented her instead. He straightened, and jerked her
head roughly to his crotch again.

"Come on, whore," he growled hungrily. "Suck my prick again!"

Anuja was feverish with lust. Leaning forward in the chair, she sucked his
penis greedily, taking it deep in her mouth, working it frantically with her
tongue. Her head rocked rapidly back and forth at his groin and she pumped
his cock eagerly in her fist, moaning deep in her throat. The man moved her
head back and forth with one hand, squeezing her breasts with the other.
Anuja writhed under his hand, her legs wide, her body bent forward, and,
thrusting a hand between her spreadeagled thighs, began to masturbate
slowly. Avinash snapped to a close-up shot of her finger in her cunt, the
slim, elegant, be-ringed finger with the shapely, lightly varnished nail
curving inward to tease the long tongue of her clitoris. He cut to a shot of
her sucking the waiter's cock: Her eyes closed in delirious passion, her
face distended with the size of the penis, her lips parted wide and the
glistening penis slipping in and out of her face.

"Mm -- yeh -- suck it! Suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!" the waiter grunted,
his hips pumping at her face.

He pushed her head away after several minutes, and moved between her legs,
his penis thrusting out proudly. Anuja leaned back with a soft moan, her
hands between his thighs, drawing his penis to her cunt. The waiter leaned
forward with one hand on the back of the chair, the other on its arm, below
Anuja's bent knee. He flexed his buttocks and lowered his hips, and Avinash
zoomed in to a shot of the glistening cock-head pressing to her cunt-lips.
She took his penis and guided him into her flesh. The waiter paused for a
second, took a deep breath and then, with a shuddering gasp, flexing his
buttocks taut, squeezed his penis into Anuja's cunt.

"OH ma UNHH OHHHH!" Anuja gasped loudly, arching, her head tilting upward,
her mouth open in a wide 'O'.

"Yes! Oh god yes!" The waiter groaned and slowly eased himself further into
her cunt, his hips dipping, his shoulders cording with the strain.

Avinash watched through the viewfinder, mesmerised by the sight of the
waiter's swollen, hard, throbbing penis sliding between his wife's slender,
elegant fingers, into her visibly wet slit.

The bulging cock-head squeezed between her cunt-lips, and, slowly, the shaft
began to crush through into the sodden cunt-flesh within. Her hips juddered
upward. The gorged penis ground deeper and deeper into her flesh, vanishing
inexorably inward.

Avinash snapped to a mid-shot and saw Anuja arching steeply, her mouth open,
her head flung back. Michael flung his head back. His face was suffused with
lust. Pushing his hips lower and lower, he thrust inexorably inward, burying
his penis in Anuja's cunt.

The waiter's penis felt wonderful. It was rock-hard and hot, and throbbed
powerfully. Anuja whimpered joyously as it surged into her flesh. He paused
for a second with his cock embedded in her cunt, his hips quivering with
tension.

"Yes," Anuja moaned. "That feels so good, Michael! Come on -- fuck me now!
Fuck me!"

With a shuddering gasp, the waiter lifted his hips upward and his cock slid
out of her cunt. Flexing his buttocks, he slid into her again. Anuja's face
creased with pleasure, and she moaned softly, clenching his shoulders.

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh yes!"

Again he slid out, and slid in, and started fucking her with a heavy,
grinding rhythm. Anuja writhed on the chair, and her hands flew to her
swollen breasts, squeezing them in excitement. The waiter's buttocks flexed
and unflexed rhythmically, and his hips swung steadily back and forth and up
and down and his cock crushed in and out of her cunt. Avinash watched,
fascinated, and cut rapidly between shots of her lust-ridden face flipping
languorously from shoulder to shoulder, her hands squeezing her breasts, to
a close-up of the swollen penis plunging into his wife's cunt. The penis
glistened and shone with their comingled juices and the waiter groaned, his
head flung back.

"Yeh! Ohhh yeh! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" he gasped.

"Oh Michael-Michael-Michael yes! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me
hard!" Anuja whimpered.

For several minutes more, the waiter fucked Anuja heavily, grinding his cock
in and out of her cunt. She moaned and gasped in unfaked pleasure, caressing
his hard, muscular torso, murmuring obscene encouragement. His penis was hot
and hard and it squeezed into her tight cunt, stretching the cunt-lips wide
open. Avinash filmed the penis stroking in her cunt, lingering in a close-up
of his balls pressed to her cunt-lips.

Evidently, the position wasn't entirely satisfactory. They paused, and she
got up and the waiter sat on the chair. Anuja straddled his hips, facing
him, her back to Avinash. Taking his penis in one hand, she moved her
cunt-lips over it. Avinash closed in and got a shot of her cunt slipping
around his cock-head, swallowing it slowly, sucking it inward. The penis
disappeared up into her molten cunt-flesh, sliding through her fingers till
her buttocks were on his thighs and her cunt was impaled firmly on all nine
inches of him. The waiter's hands slid up to squeeze her breasts and Anuja
flung her head back and moaned. Her long hair shook and tumbled down her
naked back. She began to move, riding the upright penis, her buttocks
flexing and unflexing, squeezing the cock shaft within her flesh. The waiter
grunted and, holding her buttocks and thighs, moved her up and down on his
penis. Anuja's body rocked on his lap, and she stretched an arm behind her
to cup his balls. Avinash zoomed in close and got an erotic shot of her
hair-rimmed slit sliding up and down the dark, throbbing, wetly glistening
cock-shaft. Even over their loud and obscene gasps and moans, he could hear
the sexy squelch of her cunt going up and down the penis.

"Yes! Ohhh yes! Oh god yes!" Anuja gasped, frantic with lust. "Fuck me,
Mike! Fuck me hard! Take me, baby! Fuck me!"

"Take it! Take it, slut! Take my cock! Ohhh yeh! Take it baby yes!" he
rasped. "Oh fuck yes! Take it all!"

Her breasts bounced and jiggled and the gold necklace flapped on her dusky
skin. Michael squeezed them together and sucked on her nipples, whipping
them rapidly with his tongue. Anuja gasped, clenching his head and her cunt
gyrated on his lap, grinding in tight, erotic circles, mashing her
cunt-flesh with his cock-pestle. Avinash watched as the waiter and his wife
kissed hungrily and deeply. She ran her tongue sexily around his lip, and he
swirled his through her ear. She murmured in pleasure, her face turned to
one side, her cunt grinding on his lap.

"Mmm, yes -- that's good, Mike -- really good --"

Anuja began to move up and down on his penis again, moving faster. Avinash
watched her buttocks rise and fall, her cunt slide up and down the length of
the waiter's gorged, glistening penis. Faster and faster she went, her
buttocks slapping at his thighs, taking his cock deep into her cunt, crying
out passionately.

Gasping and moaning, she paused after several minutes and, rising, turned
around with her back to him and impaled herself quickly on his penis,
holding it with one hand and squeezing it into her cunt. Her face glowed
with excitement: Her eyes were hooded, her nostrils flared, her lips parted.
She hissed sensuously, sliding her hands up her body to fondle her breasts
as she moved up and down on his penis.

"Yes," she groaned, arching her tongue over her upper lip. "Fuck me,
Michael! Fuck me!" She squeezed his balls erotically. "Give me your jizz,
lover -- I want to feel your heat in my slit!"

The waiter groaned under her, his head turned to one side, his hands on her
breasts and then on her thighs. He writhed and bucked excitedly under her.
Avinash kept the camera rolling. Anuja was now frantic with excitement. Her
breasts jogged and bounced and her head arched and fell and her cries grew
huskier and more erotically obscene.

She began to orgasm and the waiter gasped as he felt the fierce contractions
of her cunt on his penis. She moaned, trembling and shuddering, gasping
sharply as the orgasm washed over like a tidal wave. It ebbed and she slid
off his cock to her knees and buried her face in his crotch once again and
sucked his penis hungrily. The waiter groaned, head on his chest, watching
her suck his cock. He rocked her head up and down with one hand, moaning
hotly. Pausing, she looked up at him like an eager puppy.

"Again," she murmured. "Fuck me once more. Please."

They moved to the floor and she went down on her back, spreading her legs
and lifting her knees, drawing her lover down over her. Between her thighs,
bent over her, he pressed his penis to her cunt. She moaned softly, eagerly
and, spreading her legs still wider, lifting her hips, guided him into her
flesh. The waiter entered her slowly with a shuddering moan. His cock slid
into her cunt again and she groaned in pleasure, arching sensuously under
him.

"Yes -- Ohhhh yes, baby -- that's so good -- shove it in -- all of it," she
moaned. "I want it all -- yes -- mmmm yes -- come on now, Michael -- fuck
me -- fuck me lover, fuck me!"

He leaned over on outstretched arms, his powerful biceps bunched with the
strain, and began fucking her with quick, smooth thrusts. His buttocks
flexed and unflexed powerfully and his hips swung rhythmically up and down.
His swollen penis pistoned up and down and in and out of Anuja's cunt. She
gasped and moaned, arching under him, her body jerking with his thrusts, her
hips moving in perfect unison.

"Harder!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder! Come on, Michael, come on!"

He responded like a thoroughbred and smoothly picked up speed, moving his
hips faster and faster, swinging rapidly from the waist. His cock plunged
deeply into her cunt, rocking in and out like a trip-hammer. Anuja's cries
were loud, ragged, sharp, staccato.

Avinash watched as she jerked and heaved and writhed passionately under the
waiter. He kept filming them, watching as she squeezed her breasts in a
frenzy, crushing them in her hands. Her legs twined taut about the waiter's
strong thighs. Then she opened them wide, her feet in the air, her hands on
the floor and bucked violently under him, gasping and moaning.

"Yes! OHHHH YES YES YES OHHHHH UNHHH OH OH OH OH OH UNHH OHHHH!" she cried
as another orgasm crashed over her.

The waiter gasped, his head flung back and hammered his hips at her, ramming
and reaming his penis in and out of her cunt. With a shuddering cry, he
jerked out of her. Instantly, she turned around and buried her face in his
crotch, sucking his cock hungrily.

Now the waiter could not hold back and with a shuddering cry, he exploded,
shooting his load in her open mouth and over her face and breasts. Anuja
whimpered happily, sucking his penis, swallowing his jizz, shaking his cock
so that it spattered her breasts and cheeks, licking her lips lasciviously.

The waiter tottered back and sprawled in the chair, gasping and panting.
Anuja rose slowly to her feet after a minute and began to walk away without
a backward glance, as if nothing had happened.

"I'd like some fresh tea, please," she said, over her shoulder. "See to it.
Then I'm going for a swim."

-- END OF CHAPTER 10 --

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