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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 6 : MANORI BELLE

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar

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
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Jayant loved Anuja's breasts. He loved the way they bounced when she moved,
their shape and weight and form, the way they filled his hands when he
cupped them, jutting proudly over her firm, flat belly, her nipples
hardening immediately and readily at his slightest touch. He loved fondling
them, kissing them, licking and sucking them, fucking them with his big,
erect penis.

Anuja was elated by his devotion. His unbridled adulation and incessant
adoration of her body, bordering on worship, were exhilarating. She loved
the way he fucked her, moving from wondering awe as he fondled her breasts,
to the eager frenzy of the callow adolescent and culminating in the gently
reflective second round of sex of a man much older. She loved his clean,
handsome features and masculine body, the smooth, hairless torso that swept
in an erotically savage, slashing V from his shoulders to his hips.

Best of all was his cock, the thick, long mass of cartilage that filled her
cunt or mouth or anus just so, hard and hot and throbbing hungrily in her
flesh. It was perfect, just right, not too big to cause pain, yet large
enough to stretch her flesh to its fullest, to probe the innermost recesses
of her hungry orifices.

They missed no chance to fuck and explored each other's bodies fully, to the
minutest detail till there was nothing each did not know about the other.
During that wonderful, erotic holiday in Bombay, they fucked more often and
in more ways than they could remember.

Anuja enjoyed performing for him and Jayant discovered that it excited him
enormously. He watched her get laid by the servant, Baban, and other
servants from the neighbourhood and shot several video tapes of her in
action with them. Anuja congratulated him when she saw the results, saying
they were the sexiest things she had seen in a long time. She wasn't
exaggerating. The footage was mind-blowing. Jayant had taken shots of Baban
fucking her mouth, standing in front of her; of her going down on him,
licking and sucking his penis wantonly; of him licking her slit, rimming her
anus. There were lengthy sequences of Baban or another servant fucking her,
standing or kneeling behind her or squatting deeply over her hips and,
fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks, hammering his hips at her
buttocks, plunging his swollen cock in and out of her cunt while Anuja
moaned and cried out in pleasure, rocking and jerking under him. Her breasts
wobbling and jiggling furiously, her long gold necklace tossing and
flapping, she was the very picture of lust. There were other shots, too, of
her astride a lover, jigging and bucking up and down on his rampant penis,
her head flung back, her hands cupping her bouncing breasts, crushing and
squeezing them in unfaked joy. And still others, of her on her back, her
body rocking and jerking and thrashing and writhing passionately as a
handsome man plunged his cock into her cunt, thrusting furiously in and out
of her teenage flesh. Jayant even filmed her in menages, two and even three
men fucking her simultaneously in every orifice. Anuja was a delight to
watch, lust and pleasure written in every line.

Inevitably, they fell in love. Jayant often said he wanted to marry only
her. Anuja herself wanted nothing else. But they were first cousins and
matrimony was out of the question. They resigned themselves to the fact and
continued their clandestine relationship. Except the servants, no one in the
family suspected anything unusual. Indeed, their parents indulged them,
remarking how nice it was that the two were such good friends and so happy
together.

As the years passed, both went through other lovers. They kept no secrets
and their letters, when he was in Aurangabad and she in Bombay, were full of
lurid details of their sexual liaisons with others. Sometimes, she sent him
photographs of her with her other lovers and these he cherished.

The pressure to marry mounted. Oddly, she resisted longer than he. When they
were twenty-two, he succumbed to family pressure and agreed to marry
Vaishali, whom he had been seeing for several months. Both Anuja and Jayant
were relieved at the family's acceptance of his choice. Vaishali was a
childhood friend, close to both Anuja and Jayant.

Vaishali knew nothing of Jayant's sexual relationship with Anuja. Jayant
suspected that she would not resent the truth -- he told Anuja that she was
a tigress in bed, incessantly horny and hungry and eager -- but,
unquestionably, there was a risk if she refused to accept the fact. What
Jayant did not know was that Vaishali herself had a colourful and rich
sexual history and would not have minded in the least. Indeed, she found
Anuja sexy, too, and while she, Vaishali, had previous lesbian experience,
she was unwilling to risk her betrothal to Jayant by making any overtures in
that direction.

On a hot May afternoon, a few months before his marriage, when Jayant was in
Bombay for a few weeks to shop for his wedding clothes, Anuja and Jayant
slipped away to a small beach hotel in Manori, a distant suburb, where they
could talk things through without being disturbed. They lied smoothly to her
parents, saying that they would be shopping in the suburbs and would dine
out. They did not expect to return till late at night.

"Be back by midnight," her mother said.

"Oh, ma," Anuja pouted, pretended exasperation. "We're not children any
longer. Honestly."

"Anuja."

"Oh, all right, all right."

Her mother smiled to herself. It was good to see the two young cousins so
close to each other. Just like brother and sister.

The two lovers hurried to the hotel, impatient and hungry. Jayant drove her
father's car, cutting recklessly through the traffic. Avoiding the ferry
crossing, which would have meant dumping the car on the far side of the
creek, they took the considerably longer road route, looping around the
northern suburbs and then heading south-west. They arrived at the hotel just
before lunch.

They had used the hotel frequently, on Jayant's previous visits,
occasionally staying overnight. Set in several acres of beach-front
property, it was a pleasant place, with little shacks and villas turned into
guest rooms. It was quiet, comfortable, secluded and safe: every visit,
Anuja fucked the resident manager to ensure silence. They checked in as
husband and wife. The resident manager came out of his office to greet them
personally.

"Hello, hello," he beamed. "It's nice to see you again. Long time."

"Too long, Osmond," Jayant grinned. "Much too long."

"You know, just the other day, men, I was thinking, hey, man, I haven't seen
these two in such a long time. And what do you know? The next thing, the
telephone rang and it was you!"

"A miracle," Jayant murmured.

"No man, really. It is always a pleasure."

"You can say that again." Jayant stifled a grin at the man's peculiar
accent, typically lower-middle class Catholic, and earned a sharp elbow in
the ribs.

"And how is the young lady?" Osmond leered at Anuja as he ushered them out
of the reception office to a little villa set back from the others.

She forced a smile. "Very well, thank you."

"Good, good. That is good. You know, men, this is just the place for young
couples like you. You must come more often. Come and have fun, enjoy, just
relax, eat, drink, dance and --" He looked sidelong at Anuja, his eyes
glittering. "-- and you know what else. Oh, yes, here we are. Please. After
you."

They stepped into the villa and he scurried around, switching on the lights
and fan and air-conditioner, running the water in the taps, checking the
mini-bar and fridge. A young bellhop came in with their small travel bag. It
held only a change of clothes, swimsuits, a few odds and ends. They used it
more to lend respectability, since they hardly needed their clothes. Anuja
noticed that the bellhop was an attractive lad, lean and muscular, with a
handsome, clean-shaven face. She caught his eye and smiled and, when he
smiled back, decided that she would have to find some way to get him into
the room to fuck her. Very sexy, she thought, looking him up and down, not
missing the interesting bulge in his crotch. Definitely very sexy.

The manager bobbed and weaved around the room and Anuja sighed in
exasperation. He really was a nuisance. Thick-set, now running to fat, with
a dark, shiny body like an eel and a fleshy face that spoke of too much food
and drink. She knew that he would fuck her later that day, extracting the
toll for his silence. Anuja didn't enjoy sex with him at all, but at least
he had a decent cock, fat and thick and long. If she let him fuck her from
behind or in the ass, she could close her eyes and imagine him to be someone
else. Fortunately, he liked fucking her like that, so there was never any
unpleasantness.

"So," he said, rubbing his hands. "Everything is okay? Good, good. Then I
will leave you now, men. If you need anything, please call me on my direct
line, okay? Direct line. Straight hot line, *hanh*, it will ring me up on my
desk, okay. Happy to help, boss, happy to help."

"Thank you," Anuja said, forcing another smile. "That's very kind of you.
Perhaps you might join us in an hour or so?"

That was his cue. He beamed. "Oh, yes, yes, definitely yes. Pleasure,
pleasure. Certainly I shall come. At one o'clock."

"Yes, that's fine," Jayant said quickly, and, to Anuja's relief, ushered him
out.

She sighed as Jayant closed and locked the door behind him. "Honestly, than
man. He's so tiresome."

Jayant chuckled as he came back to her. "Well, that's Osmond for you. Don't
let him get to you, love."

"I just wish he wouldn't go on and on and on so."

"Personally, I can't blame him. He genuinely wants to please, and then
there's you."

"Meaning what?"

"Well, just think. How often does he get the chance to fuck someone as
lovely as you? For free? No wonder he wants to ingratiate himself. He likes
to feel important, that he's liked, that he has friends who want him. He's
lonely."

Anuja smiled. How typical of Jayant, she thought, uncritical, gentle,
considerate, always putting himself in another's place to see his point of
view. Holding her in his arms, he smiled tenderly at her now. Anuja's eyes
locked with his and she felt herself drowning again, as she always did with
him.

"Too long, love, too long," he murmured. "I've missed you."

Anuja tilted her face to his. "Jayant," she whispered. "Please -- take
me --"

His lips met hers and his hands slid over her body and under her shirt and
over her breasts. The fever rose and her desire grew and spread through her
body, pulsing in every vein and she felt his hardening hunger. The long
separation sharpened their lust and, within minutes, they were struggling
out of their clothes and she was sliding to her knees, moaning and
whimpering, kissing and licking his body, going down to suck his already
rising penis.

They fucked feverishly on the floor, each wanting to devour the other
utterly and entirely. She sucked his cock and then he licked her slit
furiously, finger-fucking her at the same time. When he had her thrashing
and heaving on the brink of an orgasm, he fucked her on her back, bending
over her and thrusting his hard flesh deep into hers, ramming and reaming
like a man possessed. Anuja gasped and cried out, rocking and lurching under
his thrusts, her cunt convulsing in a frenzy on his plunging, pistoning
penis, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously. On and on he went and,
despite the air-conditioning, they broke into a hard sweat and their bodies
squelched together. She came violently and he gasped, arching his head,
grinding down deep into her, slid slowly outward, rammed into greedily
again, and yet again, each thrust drawing a choking gasp of joy from her
throat.

He paused, slowed, slid out of her, turned her on her front on her hands and
knees and fucked her again from behind, taking her rapidly and for his own
pleasure, gripping her hips and jerking her body swiftly back and forth
under his, moving her cunt up and down the length of his throbbing penis.
Anuja whimpered and gasped, lurching and jerking and rocking under her
cousin, her swollen, pendulous breasts bouncing back and forth, her gold
necklace tossing and swinging. She came again and yet again and, finally,
with a shuddering gasp of relief, he thrust deep into her and exploded,
making her moan in joy when she felt the sharp, stinging jets of jizz spume
into her hot, wet slit. Groaning, he bent over and squeezed her hot breasts,
nuzzled the nape of her neck, still rocking gently in and out of her cunt.

Anuja turned her face over her shoulder to his and he kissed her slowly and
deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She squirmed her buttocks
against his crotch. His cock was still hard and thick. Nothing had changed.
Jayant was still a magnificently powerful lover.

"Fuck me again," she murmured as he tongued his ear.

"Yes," he whispered, kissing her again. "God, yes."

Slowly, they broke apart and lay on the cool tile floor, kissing and
caressing each other. Jayant stroked her curved, smooth body, cupping her
breasts, which were still turgid with sexual tension, tweaking her thick,
rigid nipples. She stroked and fondled his erection, raking the shaft with
her shapely fingernails. Jayant loved her body and he couldn't take his eyes
off her. Her long hair was tied in a braid that hung down to her waist. She
wore two earrings in each ear, the lobes pierced twice. Her small nose-stud
winked at him. The gold necklace lay cool between their fingers and her
beautiful diamond and gold finger-rings glittered on her long, shapely
fingers. Her skin was like deep honey, soft, yet firm like a ripe grape,
smooth and silky, without a trace of body hair. The delicate birth marks on
the side of her face, the inside of her left breast and on her midriff were
intensely sexy. She smiled gently at him, her teeth very white. The leading
edges of the two canines were bent forward over the incisors, another small
irregularity that he found enormously attractive.

"What're you gaping at, silly?" she murmured.

"You. I like gaping at you."

"Now I wonder why?"

"Because you're lovely and stop fishing."

"I happen to like fishing, especially with this wonderful rod of yours. And
you're lovely too."

"Handsome."

"What?"

"You're lovely, I'm handsome."

"My, my, such conceit. Lovely, handsome, a distinction without a difference.
Same thing."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Oh, god, all right. You're handsome."

"Good. Thank you."

"You're welcome. But your cock is still lovely."

He laughed. "If you say so."

"I do say so. And I also say I want to suck it and be fucked by it again and
again and I want it in my cunt and I want it in my ass."

"My joy knows no bounds."

"What a coincidence. Neither does mine."

They laughed and Anuja pushed him on her back and, bending over him, her
body moist and soft against his, kissed him slowly. Her breasts were hot and
heavy on his chest. Her cunt writhed against his crotch. He fondled her
gently.

"C'mon -- suck me, Anji. Suck my cock hard."

She slithered downward, kissing and licking his body wantonly, tracing the
contours of his deep chest and hard, muscular belly with her tongue, going
lower, tonguing his belly and nuzzling his crotch. His penis was thick and
hard between her breasts and she squeezed them in a delightfully warm sheath
over the shaft and tit-fucked him for a few minutes. He loved the touch of
her lips and tongue on his body, the hard scrape of her nipples on his
chest. She slid lower and he gasped softly as her lips slipped around his
cock-head and she engulfed him in her moist, warm mouth once more.

They fucked slowly and gently this time. He sat on the floor with his legs
spread wide and she sat astride his lap, her legs on either side of his
hips, her cunt impaled deeply on his penis. Slowly, they rocked back and
forth together, the gentle motion serving to keep them both stimulated and
aroused while staving off their orgasms. It was an easy, comfortable
position, one they enjoyed for it allowed them to fuck at length. She cupped
the side of his face in one hand and kissed him tenderly, while he fondled
her large, swollen breasts, twining his fingers in her long gold necklace
and scraped the hard metal over her nipples, making her shudder in pleasure.

"How's Ramu?" she murmured, her tongue in his ear.

"Fine," Jayant grinned. "He misses you, too. So do the others. They keep
asking when you'll visit."

Ramu was his servant, a hard-bodied, muscular, handsome youth who fucked her
demonically whenever she visited Aurangabad. They usually stole away to the
gardening shed at the bottom of the large garden where, on a rickety
*charpoy*, Ramu fucked her demonically, taking her repeatedly in every
orifice, while Jayant stood guard. When the servant was done, the gardener
took his place and, after him, it was the family chauffeur. An hour later,
it was the young cook, the last of the family retainers and Anuja was tired
and sweating and delirious with pleasure.

"And the golf caddies? Do they remember me, too?" Anuja grinned.

She had happy memories of Jayant's hometown. It was quiet and pretty with
lots of place in which to disappear and fuck. Once, she had been fucked by a
gang of caddies and the young course ballboys, in a copse of trees bordering
the golf course for over three hours while Jayant and his father played a
full round of eighteen holes. Half as many men fucked her in the meantime,
plunging and pistoning in and out of her flesh, taking her on her back, on
her front, sitting, standing and lying down, in her mouth, in her cunt, in
her anus, two and even three guys fucking her simultaneously at one point.
On the turf, Jayant struggled to focus on his game against his father.

Jayant laughed softly. "Oh yes. All of them remember you. Every time I hit
the course they come around and ask about madam. *Madam hasn't come? Madam
isn't here? When will she come back?* One would think they'd never fucked a
dame before. You should see them grin and snigger when we drive past that
clump of trees where they gang-banged you."

Anuja giggled. "It wasn't a gang-bang, you know, at least not rape. Okay, it
was a gang that banged me, but I wanted it."

"Whatever."

"It was wonderful," she murmured. "They just kept going on and on I couldn't
get enough of it. There was that kid, remember, the one I told you about,
what was his name, Suhas, fourteen years old and thin as a stick with a cock
like a stallion's. Oh god, Jayant, it was fabulous! He just kept shoving it
in and out of my cunt, fucking me again and again. I came so hard and so
often I almost passed out."

"You crazy, horny bitch," Jayant chuckled. "You could have got hurt."

"Not a chance," Anuja giggled. "Don't forget you threatened to cut their
cocks off if there was so much as a scratch on me."

"You made me do that."

"You didn't mind. You wanted to. You were so worried."

"I always worry about you with other guys."

Anuja smiled tenderly, her arm on his shoulder, as they rocked gently to and
fro. "Is my lover jealous?"

He smiled thinly. "A bit. I've always wanted to be the only guy you fuck."

"That's not fair. You want to fuck other women at the same time."

"I agree. That's why I don't say anything. But it doesn't mean I don't feel
possessive about you. Aren't you jealous of my girlfriends?"

"Honestly, no. I like to think you're enjoying yourself. You should. It
makes you happy and that makes me happy."

"I could never think like that. Not entirely, anyway. I try to, but
sometimes it becomes too much."

"What do you do then?"

"I find a girl I can fuck hard and I do, really hard, and I close my eyes
and think of you."

"Oh, Jayant, you're such a sweetheart," Anuja said, bending her face to his
and kissing him deeply, her tongue slipping in his mouth. "I love you so
much."

"I love you, too, Anji," he murmured, gently fondling her breasts.

"Oh god, Jayant, Jayant -- what are we going to do without each other?"

He cupped her face in his hands and looked at her. "You mean about
Vaishali?"

"Yes."

He sighed and touched his forehead to hers, kissing her briefly on her lips,
toying them with his. "I know, Anji. I've been wondering about that, too."

"Have you told her about us?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Do you think she'll mind?"

"I don't know. Very probably."

"She may not, you know," Anuja said thoughtfully. "I mean, look at it like
this. She's perfectly willing to fuck you without a commitment. That should
say something about her attitude."

"Like what?"

"Well, I mean, if she's open enough about that in a town like Aurangabad,
she's probably open to a whole lot more."

"How can I chance it, babe? Would you, in my place?"

"I don't know, Jay. I really don't know. Isn't there some way of finding
out?"

"What do I do, just go up to her and say, look babe, I've been balling my
first cousin since we were seventeen, and I want to keep fucking her and I
hope you don't mind?"

Anuja laughed. "No, silly. Something else. Some way of, sort of, testing the
water, if you get what I mean."

"Think of something."

"We'll have to, won't we? Otherwise it'll mean the end of this."

"God, don't even think it. I couldn't give you up for the world, babe."

"Mm. Let's see. You can't tell her so -- hey, slow down, stud, I'm not ready
yet --"

"Fuck, come on, bitch -- I want to fuck you hard now."

"A few minutes more. Please."

"Okay. Just a few minutes."

"Jayant, listen. You can't tell, so --"

"So?"

"So why not show her?"

"What?"

"Oh god, don't stop moving, damn it -- yes -- that's it -- mm, yes -- oh
god -- yes -- keep going -- there -- just like that -- ahh, yes -- yes,
well -- since you can't tell her, let's just show her that we fuck and see
what happens."

"How does that solve the problem? She might still freak out."

"True. But it's sexy to see us, and if she's as sexy as I think she is,
it'll turn her on and things might work out. It's not as cold as just
telling her. Words are difficult in these things."

"True. It might just work. Still risky."

"Aren't I worth the risk to you, Jayant? That's what you've got to decide."

He stared at her. "That's a horrid way to put it, Anuja."

"It's the truth. Face it. We can't -- won't -- do without each other. So we
have to risk it. Granted that it's sailing pretty close to the wind, but
what choice do we have? Unless you can think of something else."

"At this moment, bitch, I can't think. Period. Come on, upsy-daisy!"

Jayant eased himself down onto his back and his cock reared into her cunt,
making her groan thickly. She knelt over him with her arms outstretched, her
cunt deeply impaled on his cock and smiled down at him. Her braid hung over
her shoulder, and her hair swept over one side of her face, framing it
sweetly. Jayant smiled and slid his hands up her body, cupping her full
breasts. She moved slowly, grinding her hips in slow, tight, erotic circles
on his cock.

"Well?" she murmured, smiling sexily.

"Well what?"

"Thought of anything?"

"No."

"Then shall we just decide to do it?"

"What's the hurry, Anuja? Let's wait, we'll think of something."

"No, Jayant. Decide now. Otherwise things'll just slide and we'll get
stuck."

He debated for a long moment, weighing the odds. She watched him think,
moving gently and slowly, grinding her cunt around, mashing her cunt-flesh
and clitoris with his thick, long hard cock. He looked at her with a rueful
smile and nodded slowly.

"Okay. I can't think of another solution. This might just work."

She smiled brightly. "Good. I think it's nice and sexy, too. How do you want
to play it?"

"Well, for one thing, it'll have to be in Aurangabad. Vaishali's not coming
to Bombay before the wedding."

"We could do it after the wedding."

"No. Too traumatic. Let's do it before. That way, if she wants out, she
still has the choice without too much disruption in the family."

Again, he was putting everyone else before himself. He spared no thought for
the trauma that he might have to undergo. Anuja glowed with pride for him.
Vaishali was luckier than she imagined.

"Okay, so before."

"In Aurangabad."

"That's not a problem. I'm coming to Aurangabad for the wedding anyway. I
could come a little earlier."

"Good. We'll set it up so that she sees you and me and, I think, we should
have a guy on standby if she gets turned on and needs to fuck."

"Ramu? He'll do it happily. I've seen him ogling her."

Anuja giggled. "That's wonderful. Ramu, then. He'll fuck her nice and hard."

"Yes, right. Nice and hard. Like I want to fuck you now. C'mon, bitch, move!
Move! Take it! Yeh, that's it! C'mon! C'mon whore, take my cock! Oh fuck
yes, come on, come on, come on!"

And then they burst into a frenzy, bucking and heaving and tossing
frantically on the floor, their lust rising to its final explosion.

"Oh Jayant-Jayant-Jayant-Jayunhhhhhhht uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHH uhhh OHHHH uhh
yes! Oh god yes oh god oh god oh yes oh fuck yes oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh ahhh
uhhh ahhh uhh *hanh*!" she cried.

She rocked and bounced and jerked up and down on his cock, squeezing her
cunt tightly around it, making him gasp at the hot convulsions of her flesh.
Her breasts jumped and wobbled and her gold necklace tossed and danced on
her smooth skin. He squeezed her breasts hard, pinching her nipples and she
flung her head back and moaned as the orgasm crashed over her, making her
cunt convulse feverishly on his throbbing penis. Beneath her, Jayant cried
out and, gasping, arched deep into her, thrusting up again and again and
then moaned in relief as the heat spewed from his loins and burst into her
flesh, thick, sticky, hot jizz flooding her hungry cunt.

The sex made them drowsy and they moved to the bed and snuggled, dozing
lightly. Half an hour later, Jayant shook her gently.

"Anuja, wake up."

She stirred in her sleep and burrowed into the covers.

"C'mon, Anji, it's almost one. Osmond will be here soon."

"Oh god," she mumbled. "Tell him to come back later."

"No. Finish it off now. Then we won't be interrupted later."

"Mm, oh, all right," she murmured, turning on her back and stretching.

Jayant smiled and bent to kiss her, his hand on her breast. She caressed his
hard back gently and her hand slipped down into his crotch.

"Hello, beautiful," she smiled. "How's my alarm cock doing?"

"It'll ring if you keep doing that," he snorted and, springing out of bed,
pulled on his trousers.

Anuja rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash. Jayant switched
on the TV set and began munching an apple from a basket on the sideboard.

"Jayant," she called from the bathroom.

"What?" he said with his mouth full.

"What shall I wear?"

"Anything. Nothing. Whatever's easy. It's coming off anyway."

"Don't be a pain, Jay. Something to turn him on quickly."

"The nightie then."

"Or the bikini?"

"The bikini's fine. Very sexy."

"You sure?"

"Yes. C'mon, hurry up, I can hear someone."

There was a knock on the door. Jayant strolled to answer it, his muscles
rippling smoothly, barefoot and clad only in his trousers. Osmond stood at
the threshold, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hello, hello, good afternoon, sir, is everything all right?"

"Yes, fine, come on in, Ossie." Jayant locked the door behind him.

"Are you having a pleasant stay, sir?"

"Oh, cut the crap, Ossie," Jayant said with uncharacteristic terseness.
"We've been fucking and you know it. Now it's your turn. Go fuck her."

Osmond looked startled, and then grinned sheepishly. "I really like fucking
her, you know."

"I know. I can see. I have eyes. And ears."

"You are angry about it?"

"No. I don't care one way or the other. Just get on with it, would you?"

"She is hot and ready for me, then?"

"Presumably." He called to her. "Anuja! Osmond's here!"

"Coming!" she called back. "Be there in a minute."

Jayant bit into his apple and flung himself into a chair, hooking a leg over
the arm. He looked at the TV, bored. A silly chat show was on, a fat black
lady firing questions at a particularly inane audience. Osmond shuffled his
feet, sat on the bed, got up, fiddled with the air-conditioner, sat on the
bed again.

"Turn it down, Jay," Anuja said, stepping out of the bathroom and looking at
him sharply. She didn't like it when he got brusque like this.

She turned and smiled warmly at Osmond. He tottered to his feet, sucking in
his breath sharply through a gap in his front teeth.

"Oh my," he said. "Oh my, oh my."

Jayant grinned to himself and tossed the core of the apple into the
waste-basket in the corner. He looked at them. Anuja was wearing her
outrageous string bikini and Osmond couldn't take his eyes off her. She
looked devastating. The bikini bra had thin, fine strands, the cups little
more than Band-Aids, narrow strips of cloth that barely covered her nipples.
It was small and taut and her heavy breasts strained at the cloth, forming a
deep and enticing cleavage in which her gold necklace nestled.

The panties were small and tight and utterly ridiculous. A long narrow strip
of cloth descended from the strings that girdled high on her hips and low
beneath her belly and above her buttocks. The triangle of cloth barely
covered her cunt-lips, leaving most of her crotch exposed. It tapered
between her thighs and narrowed again to a single strand that rose between
the curves of her buttocks, leaving them entirely naked.

Osmond gulped, his eyes popping, his jaw open. Jayant grinned at the sight.
Anuja giggled softly at Osmond's expression and moved across the room to
him, her hips swaying sensuously, her breasts bouncing excitingly. Osmond
quivered as she came close. Anuja smiled up at him, her dark eyes, lined
thickly with *kajal*, glittering erotically. Moving with deliberate
slowness, she hooked her fingers in the tight waistband of his trousers and
plucked open the button and slowly peeled down the zipper fly. His trousers
collapsed in a puddle to his feet, and his shirt hung loose.

Anuja slid her hands under it, stroking his round pot-belly, curving them
down to his crotch. His penis was already hardening rapidly, growing long
and thick, springing proudly from the thick thatch of pubic hair. It was a
respectable eight and a half inches long, over an inch thick, with low,
heavy balls. She stroked it delicately and the fat man grunted thickly,
licking his lips. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, from the bottom up, and
pulled it open, running her hands over the rolls of fat that rippled from
his neck to his thick waist. His torso was smooth and hairless and he had
thick, low breasts. She squeezed them gently, flicking his small nipples
with his fingertips. Osmond gasped.

"Do you like my bikini, Osmond?" she teased gently.

"Yes. Oh, yes!" he gasped, gulping.

She smiled. "Come, Osmond. Squeeze my tits."

His hands trembled as he slid them up her mostly naked torso and cupped her
generous, full breasts. They were heavy and warm with unfaked excitement.
Despite his unattractive figure, Anuja was able to turn herself on by
teasing him and watching his reaction to her. He squeezed her breasts in his
pudgy hands and her nipples shot erect under the bikini bra.

"I want your cock," she murmured, lazily tonguing his lips, his ear, making
him shudder and groan, her hands working his crotch. "I want it in my hot
slit, Ossie. See, feel my cunt -- I'm hot for you, lover -- very hot -- yes,
c'mon, feel my butt, too, babe -- mm, yes -- put your finger there, Ossie,
on my ass -- you will fuck my ass later, won't you? I like it when you fuck
my butt. Oh, yes, lover, you're so good -- mm, yes -- here, give me your
hand -- now feel my cunt -- isn't that nice, Ossie? See, I'm so wet
already --,"

Her words aroused him as she knew they would. The obese manager squeezed her
breasts, her naked buttocks, pushed his hand into her crotch and felt her
wet slit. Anuja bent her head and gently sucked his nipples one by one. The
man groaned thickly. She kept masturbating him slowly as she moved from one
to the other. Then she slid lower, licking his round paunch, tonguing his
navel, going lower and lower till she was on her knees before him. His erect
cock bobbed and throbbed at her face. She groaned and caressed her face with
it, deftly slipping back the foreskin to expose the bulging cock-head. She
kissed his penis and then, cradling it in one hand, lifting her eyes to
watch his reaction, swirled her tongue wickedly over his cock-head. The fat
man gasped, his head snapping back, his mouth jerking open. His penis
quivered and throbbed and his body jiggled. Beads of sweat appeared on his
forehead.

"Shall I suck you, Ossie?" she murmured. "Shall I suck your cock?"

"Oh yes!" he gasped. "Oh my, oh please yes!"

"Ask me, Ossie. Ask me nicely, with dirty words."

"Please -- suck me! Suck my cock -- please -- suck it."

"Call me a whore, Ossie. Call me a bitch, a slut and say it again."

"Please -- suck my prick, whore -- suck it hard!"

"Oh yes," she moaned. "It's so sexy when you talk like that."

Encouraged and emboldened, the corpulent lover grinned. "Yes, bitch -- suck
my cock -- c'mon, do it, whore! Do it!"

Anuja took his penis in one hand and slipped her lips around it. The man
gasped, a hand flying to her head. She drew his cock deeper into her mouth,
working the cock-head cunningly with her tongue. He gasped and pumped his
hips back and forth. His buttocks wobbled and the rolls of fat on his chest
jiggled as he stuffed her face with his cock. Anuja sucked him slowly and
deeply, her face distending and bloating with the size of the penis, her
head rocking to and fro, back and forth between his thighs. Osmond groaned
and gasped, moving her head to suit his pleasure.

"Yes! Oh yes, sir, yes! Ohhh yes -- suck it harder, bitch -- yes -- ohhh
fuck yes -- do it -- suck me, baby -- suck me hard!"

He was perspiring freely now, sweat trickling down his fat body. He gasped
and groaned, his chest heaving, his belly trembling and wobbling as he
moved. Pre-cum gunk shot from his cock-head and she groaned and shook his
cock eagerly, swallowing his shoot, taking more on her face and breasts.
Rising slightly, she kissed his protuberant belly and bent his cock down
into her cleavage, squeezing her breasts in a warm, tight sheath over his
cock while she fingered his balls gently. The man gasped and groaned.
Ducking her head, she sucked his testicles, flipping her tongue erotically
at them, then rose again to suck his cock once more. The man whimpered in
delight.

She sensed the imminence of his orgasm and slowly released his cock, gently
slipping it out of her mouth, coiling her tongue sexily around the bulging
cock-head. Osmond gasped and moaned, panting heavily, his face flushed.
Anuja smiled and rose to her feet, caressing his body, her hands working his
cock gently, rubbing herself against him. Her lips and face shone with his
pre-cum gunk. Grunting, he squeezed her breasts and buttocks, pressing her
body to his.

"Come on, Ossie," she hissed. "Fuck me. I'm on fire."

Anuja took a step back and, smiling lasciviously at the manger, shrugged off
the bikini bra. She slid her hands up her body and lifted and squeezed her
breasts, rolling her palms sexily over the fleshy mounds.

"Take me, Ossie. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she murmured.

Moving forward again, she pushed him down onto the bed on his back. The fat
man sprawled on his back, his chest heaving, his belly trembling and
wobbling, his body shiny with sweat. Anuja hooked her fingers in her panties
and pulled them down. She got on the bed, straddling his hips on her knees
and smiled wantonly down at him, fondling her breasts, caressing her slit.
The manager groaned, staring at her, and ran his hands up her thighs to her
breasts. She took his cock in her hand and jerked it gently. Suddenly,
bending, she pushed her face into his crotch and took his cock in her mouth
again.

"OHHHHH uhhh ahhhh yes!" the man gasped, arching his back.

Anuja sucked his cock furiously, her head rocking and jerking rapidly up and
down over his lap. He gasped and cried out, his hips bucking and writhing
and twitching, his hands on her head, moaning desperately for her to stop.

She gauged it to perfection again and stopped just in time. He was panting
heavily when she rose and straddled his hips and took his cock in her hand
again. Her eyes glittered with excitement, and her face was soft with lust,
her nostrils flared, her lips parted. Her breasts were hot and swollen.
Moaning softly, she moved her cunt over the thick penis and lowered herself
slowly onto the upright shaft. Her cunt-lips slipped around the thick
cock-head and she gasped and arched her back, her face tilted up. Osmond
whimpered and quivered under her.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes!"

She looked down at him again, naked lust on her face. Her eyes were hooded,
glassy with lust; her mouth was open and now she hissed softly, running her
tongue over her upper lip in an utterly wanton action.

"Ohh baby yes, that's so good!"

Opening her palms, her fingers spreadeagled, she slid her hands up from her
buttocks and over her flanks to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them
sensuously, then moved them higher, up to her face and then to the back of
her neck, her elbows high above her head, her face turned to one side, lips
against the inside of her arm. Her belly trembled and sucked inward. Osmond
watched her, transfixed and squeezed her hot, heavy breasts. Her nipples
were nut-hard and he pinched them sharply, making her gasp and wince.

"OHHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped, still hovering over his crotch, her cunt
holding the tip of his cock delicately within her. "Ohhhh uhhh yes!"

Whimpering ecstatically, she leaned forward with her arms outstretched and
her hands on Osmond's chubby chest, her fingers digging into the soft flesh,
and began to grind her hips in tight, snapping circles, whipping them at
each turn, her buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically. Her face was
suffused with lust. She panted like a bitch in heat, gritting her teeth and
sucking in her breath, exhaling sharply through loosely pursed lips, her
breathing rapid and shallow, her cries loud and lewd.

"Ah-fff-ahhh-fff-ahhh-ff-ahhh-fff-ahhh-fff," she puffed, her hips swinging
round and round. "Oh yeh -- oh yeh -- oh yes -- oh fuck -- oh fuck -- oh
fuck -- oh fuck -- oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh yes -- fuckme -- fff --
fuckme -- fff -- fuckme -- ffff -- fuckme -- ohyes -- ohyes -- ohyes --
OhhhuhhOhhhuhhOHH uhhOHHHuhhOHHHuhohuhahhhhuhahhhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh ahhh uhh
ah uhh ahhh uhh AHHH uhhh AHHH uhhhh -- AHHH -- uhhh -- AHHH -- uhh --
AHH -- uhhh OHUHOHUHOHUHOHUHOHUHOHUHOHHHH!"

Faster and faster she went, her cries rising in pitch and volume, her head
flung back, her eyes hooded, her nostrils flared, her gold necklace tossing
and swinging wildly, her breasts bouncing furiously.

Beneath her, Osmond moaned and gasped, watching transfixed, immobilized by
her naked, overpowering lust. Faster and faster she swung her hips and her
cunt spiralled and corkscrewed downward, taking his cock deeper and deeper
in her cunt till her buttocks were on his thighs and his penis was fully
embedded in her flesh. It was too much for him to bear and he squeezed her
breasts hard and thrust up violently under her.

"OHHHHHHuhhhOHHHHHHuhhOHHuhhhOH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHH uhh OHHH uhh!" she
cried. "YES -- UHHH -- YES -- UHH -- YES OHHHHH YES FUHHH-UH-H-H-HK
UHHMEUHHOHHHH!"

Jayant watched in fascination as the two bodies bucked and tossed violently
on the bed. Her body bounced and rocked furiously up and down, her cunt
rising and falling steeply along the length of the swollen penis, her
buttocks bouncing off his chubby thighs, her head flung back, her fingers
squeezing her sagging chest. Beneath her, the corpulent manager moaned and
gasped and panted, heaving his soft hip up and down furiously, tossing her
wildly on his cock, his hands crushing her hot breasts. She arched back and
moaned as an orgasm hit and squeezed his balls eagerly.

"OHHHHHHHH c'mon -- c'mon -- c'mon -- OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uhh OHHHHHH!" she
cried desperately, her voice raw and husky. "Do it! Fuck me! OHH uhh Oh ma
oh ma oh ma oh ma oh uh ma uh ma uh ahhh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh AH uhhhh yes uh
oh yes OHHHHHHHHYES!"

Her orgasm peaked and slowly ebbed. Anuja whimpered, slowing gradually,
returning to the gentle rocking and grinding action. She moaned, her chest
heaving, her eyes glassy with lust.

"God," she murmured. "That was great, Ossie. C'mon, fuck me again. Take me
from behind. Like a bitch. Fuck me, c'mon!"

She got off his lap and turned around on the bed on her forearms and knees,
spreading her legs wide for him. The flabby man lumbered to his knees behind
her. She turned her face over her shoulder and, thrusting a hand into her
crotch, clawed her cunt-lips open for him.

"C'mon, stud -- shove your fat cock into my hot cunt," she said. "Shove it
in nice and hard and deep -- give it to me, lover! Give it all to me!"

Groaning, gasping, panting like a rutting elephant, the fat manager squeezed
his cock into her cock quickly with a single rushing thrust. Anuja gasped
and cried out, her head snapping up, her mouth tearing open as the thick
penis burst into her cunt. It convulsed and spasmed on his penis, and Osmond
moaned and began to fuck her with deep, jabbing thrusts, his fingers digging
into the soft flesh of her waist, his hips jerking and rocking back and
forth, his buttocks wobbling and jiggling. His fat jiggled and his
protuberant belly and thighs slapped loudly at her buttocks. Anuja moaned
and gasped, rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees under him, her
gold necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts.

"Ohhhhhhh yes -- oh ma yes -- ohhhh uhhh yes -- yes -- that's it -- c'mon --
do it, baby -- shove it in -- shove it in all the way, lover -- c'mon --
that's it -- ohhh yes -- that's it -- ahhhhh uhhh yes -- there! Ohhh yes!
C'mon -- fuck me, Ossie -- fuck me hard -- ohhh uhhh yes!"

"Oh Jeez oh Jeez oh sweet Jeez," the man gasped. "Ohhh uhh ohhh uhh oh uh oh
uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH!"

Faster and faster he went, hammering his hips at her buttocks, sending her
body lurching and jerking back and forth with his thrusts. In the large
mirror on the wall above the bed, their reflections were erotic and Osmond
stared at the expression of naked lust on her face. She hissed sensuously,
her eyes hooded, her mouth open, her tongue arching over her upper lip,
goading him on with louder obscenities. Inflamed, he gripped her swinging
breasts and squeezed them hard, making her gasp and wince and writhe and
squirm against him, begging for more and still more.

"Ossie! Ohhh Ossie yes! Ohh god yes -- c'mon Ossie -- now -- now fuck my
ass -- please -- I want it in my ass! Please ohhh god please, baby, please!"

The manager was almost delirious with joy. The broad was begging him to raid
her butt! He loved fucking ass, and this chick took it better than any
other. He moaned and fought to control his imminent orgasm, exhaling rapidly
and repeatedly and only narrowly succeeding. He drew his swollen, throbbing
organ out of her cunt and it glistened and shone with their comingled coital
juices.

Anuja groaned and bent steeply forward, lifting her buttocks higher still,
pressing her shoulders to the bed, her face turned to one side. She shuffled
her legs wider apart, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus.

"C'mon Ossie -- fuck my ass," she gasped. "Do it! Quickly!"

In the armchair, Jayant watched, his lust mounting quickly. Unbuttoning his
trousers and unzipping his fly, he drew out his erect penis and slowly
started masturbating, pumping his cock in his fist.

On the bed, the corpulent manager pressed his cock-head to Anuja's taut
anus. She tensed and then, exhaling, relaxed her sphincter. Osmond dug his
fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling them wider apart and
pushed his hips forward. His cock-head burst into her anus.

"OH MA UNH AHUHOHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Anuja cried out thinly, her face contorting in a trismus of lust, her head
jerking upward, her eyes screwed shut, her lips jerking back over her teeth,
her mouth wide. Her fingers scrabbled at the sheets. Above and behind her,
the fat manager groaned and pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her hot,
tight, rear channel. Anuja's breath came in deep, rattling, broken, sobbing
gasps as the big penis tunnelled deeper and deeper into her anus. It was
wonderful and her body burned with lust. She thrust a hand into her crotch
and arched a finger into her slit, vibrating her knuckle against her stiff
clitoris. Her anus convulsed on his throbbing penis.

"Ahh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhh ohhh uh ohhhh uh
ohhh uhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh ahh uhh ohh god oh god oh uhh ohh uhhh ohhh,"
Anuja sobbed.

Osmond was nearing the end. He sodomised her slowly and heavily, rocking his
hips back and forth, squeezing and pushing and cramming his cock into her
anus, panting and moaning loudly, his chest heaving, his head flung back,
his body streaming with sweat. Her anus was hot and tight as a vice and it
spasmed frantically on his throbbing penis. In and out he went, wanting it
never to end. She whimpered and moaned, writhing her buttocks erotically
against his thighs, grinding her anus up and down the length of his shaft.
Bending and curving her body, she reached deep between her legs and squeezed
his heavy, hairy balls.

It was too much for him to bear. With a strangled moan, he lurched out of
her and, shaking his cock in his fist, exploded. Jizz shot from his
cock-head and spurted over her buttocks and thighs. He came and came and
came, emptying his load, dribbling jizz between her buttocks and over her
anus and down her cunt-lips. Anuja whimpered and writhed. Moaning, he
squeezed his cock into her anus cunt again, fucking her gentle for several
minutes more. At last, he tottered away, sliding out of her. She collapsed
on the bed, panting and moaning, her chest heaving. Osmond sank back on his
haunches, dripping sweat. Slowly, Anuja turned around to face him on her
front. He grinned weakly at her. Smiling wanly, she slithered up and pushed
her face into his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth again. He moaned
softly. She sucked his penis gently, savouring the taste of her cunt and
anus and his jizz. At last, she let him go.

"Thank you, Ossie," she murmured, breaking away and getting up. "That was
very good. I enjoyed that very much."

The fat man looked ridiculously pleased. "Really, swear?"

"Yes. I mean it."

"I also enjoyed. It was very nice."

"Now, please excuse me." Anuja turned and headed for the bathroom again.

"Yes, yes, certainly. Thank you again."

"Most welcome."

"You must return soon. Even," he looked at Jayant uncertainly, "alone, one
day, maybe?"

"Maybe," she smiled and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jayant tucked his cock back into his trousers, zipped up and got to his
feet.

"Okay, stud. You've had your share. Now bugger off."

"Certainly, sir, and thank you also. If you need anything --"

"We need to be alone. That's all. Got it?"

"Oh yes, sir, certainly. Thank you again. I shall see you soon."

"You should be so lucky."

"Excuse please?"

"Oh, forget it. C'mon, Ossie. Off you go, there's a good chap. Yes, fine,
glad you enjoyed it, can I have my hand back? Thanks much."

Jayant hustled him out of the suite and returned to the bathroom. Anuja was
in the shower. He stripped and went in with her. She frowned at him.

"What's the matter, babe?"

"I hate it when you get so rude with him."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I guess I've just been so keyed up about
this marriage thing and then not seeing you for so many months. All I want
is to fuck you and be with you."

"Still, it's not fair. Remember, you were the one who understood this
morning when I got annoyed."

"True. I really am sorry. Forgive me?"

She smiled. "Never, never ask that of me, love. There'll never be anything
to forgive. Ever."

He kissed her under the warm, hard spray and, reaching behind her, turned
off the water and picked up the soap. Gently, he lathered her, fondling her
body. She responded in like fashion, caressing and tracing the contours of
his body, fondling his penis and balls. It began to thicken. They showered
and rinsed off the suds and Anuja slid down to her knees and began to suck
his cock again, gently tormenting him with her lips and teeth and tongue
till his penis was throbbing and hard. He groaned softly, fucking her mouth
slowly, rocking her head back and forth with one hand, pumping his hips at
her face. When he pushed her head away, she rose and turned around, her back
to him and leaned against the wall.

"Jayant," she murmured. "Fuck my ass. Please. I want it."

She spread her legs wide apart and pushed her buttocks out towards him.
Jayant held his penis and squeezed it between her buttocks and to her anus.
Anuja groaned and yielded, and gasped sharply, biting her lower lip and
flinging her head back, her face contorting when his cock-head popped into
her rear channel. Jayant moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper
into her asshole. His pulse raced and the lust pounded in his veins. Anuja
moaned and gasped thickly, her buttocks writhing and squirming against his
groin. Jayant sodomised her thoroughly in the shower, squeezing her breasts
as he rocked his cock gently in and out of her asshole. She turned her face
over her shoulder and he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her
mouth. Anuja came violently, her body wracked by sobbing gasps of pure
ecstasy.

They dressed in jeans and T-shirts and lunched in the small, cheerful
restaurant by the pool. They ate sparingly, choosing green salads and iced
tea over the more elaborate offerings. As they ate, they talked softly about
their plan to disclose their relationship to Vaishali while they waited for
their orders. The waiter cleared their plates and put large bowls of fresh
fruit salad before them. Jayant ordered coffee.

Sipping her coffee, Anuja looked out of the open window at the pool. The
handsome attendant she had been ogling discreetly since they came into lunch
was levering himself out of the sparkling water. Jayant followed her glance
and grinned across the table.

"Want to fuck him?" he whispered with a twinkling grin.

"Mm. I'm seriously tempted," she murmured. "He's very dishy. But no, not
today. Another time."

"Do it if you like. I'll ask him for you."

"No, Jayant. Please."

Jayant grinned. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to finding lovers
for her. Despite his confessions to envy, he enjoyed watching her with fuck
with other men. It turned him on intensely. The jealousy was more emotional
than physical or sexual.

They left the restaurant and returned to their room. Jayant went to the
toilet. He returned to the room a few minutes later. Anuja was already in
bed, wearing only her T-shirt. Jayant stripped off his T-shirt and dropped
his jeans and got into bed with her.

"Anuja."

"What?"

"Are you sure about that guy at the pool?"

"Yes. I don't want him. Not today."

"Somehow I don't quite believe that. But never mind, I'm not complaining."

"Good." She smiled and yawned and stretched, arching her back.

Jayant bent his head and took one of her breasts in his mouth through the
thin T-shirt. She wore no underclothing and he slid his hand under the shirt
and cupped her breasts. Her nipples stiffened and her breasts grew warm and
heavy at his touch.

They fucked unhurriedly and slowly for the next couple of hours, enjoying
each other's bodies at leisure. They alternated between slow, gentle
copulation and a more demanding, hard, rapid rhythm, switching tempo deftly
to stave off their orgasms and to prolong the pleasure. He fucked her
standing up beside the bed, her body hanging from his waist, her shoulders
on the bed, her legs locked around his lean hips, her thighs in his hands,
her hands on her breasts. She gasped and moaned as he plunged and pistoned
vigourously in and out of her flesh, ramming and reaming into her cunt. Then
they slowed and he fucked her from behind, lying behind her and stroking
smoothly and slowly in and out of her cunt while he fondled her breasts and
she turned her face to his over her shoulder. She mounted him in a deep
squat, bucking and jerking eagerly up and down, her supple thighs flexing
and unflexing, her cunt rocking rapidly up and down the length of his
cock-shaft, her swollen breasts bouncing. He heaved and pumped under her. He
fucked her again, kneeling on the bed, her body on its side, his cock
gliding gently to and fro.

On and on they went, untiring, their hunger for each other insatiable. He
fucked her from behind, kneeling on the bed on his haunches, his buttocks on
his heels and she knelt on his lap, her legs folded outside his and ran her
cunt up and down his cock-shaft while he fondled her breasts and kissed her
when she turned her face to his. Anuja turned on her back and he bent her
legs up high, his hands on the insides of her thighs, folding her in half
and fucked her demonically, thrusting madly in and out of her cunt, his
thighs pounding and pummelling her buttocks, her body rocking and jerking
wildly, her breasts bouncing, her face spinning from side to side. Then he
sodomised her again, on her back, her legs still raised and bent up over her
torso, pushing and squeezing his cock as deep as he could into her anus.
Anuja masturbated wildly. He paused and they sixty-nined and she orgasmed
again and again, the pent up tension now bursting through. He could not hold
back much longer and, standing on the bed, fucking her mouth as she knelt
before him, he came in her face. Anuja moaned and swallowed his jizz,
shaking his cock and spattering her face and breasts with his seed. They
fell asleep in each other's arms, their limbs entangled.

She woke him at half past five. Jayant stirred and yawned and stretched
luxuriantly. She smiled and kissed him gently, then slipped down to take his
cock in her mouth again.

"You want tea?" she murmured.

"No, I'm fine. What time is it?"

"About five-thirty."

"Mm. When do you want to leave?"

"As late as possible. We have till midnight."

"Good. Ohh -- yes -- oh god yes -- mm, suck it Anji -- suck my cock!"

They fucked again, long and slow and the heat and softness of her body
engulfed him repeatedly. She rocked slowly up and down over him, her breasts
swinging and bouncing, her necklace tossing. Rolling her on her back, he
fucked her slowly from top, stroking smoothly and steadily in and out of her
cunt. They finished with him fucking her from behind, squatting astride her
hips and fucking her rapidly, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her
cunt.

At sunset, they strolled out barefoot on the beach. He was wearing only a
pair of shorts and she pulled on a button-down shirt, its ends knotted below
her breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and a pair of tight white shorts that
might as well have been painted over her. With her hair coiled prettily in a
bun above the nape of her neck and her eyes freshly lined with *kajal* and
no other makeup, she looked ravishing.

The hotel owned the entire beach-front property along the cove and
effectively had a private beach. It was deserted except for the odd couple
on the beach near the hotel. The tide had begun to come in. They watched the
sun dip below the curved horizon, a huge fat ball of orange and gold that
sank inexorably into the water.

The sunset was glorious, a deep blue burnished with streaks of crimson and
gold and purple tinged clouds. As the darkness crept up, the moon appeared
high overhead, a pale three-quarter orb. They ambled on hand-in-hand.

When they reached the far end of the cove, it was much darker, and the wind
had picked up, rustling the palm fronds and whipping the waves. The moon
cast a silvery sheen on the sand. Turning at the far end of the beach, they
walked down to the water.

Standing in ankle deep water, Anuja leaned back against her cousin. He
wrapped his arms around her and they stood in a comfortable, companionable
silence, enjoying the wind and the waves and the sand. He bent his head and
pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, just below her hair. She sighed
and closed her eyes.

"I love you," he murmured. "With all my heart. Have I told you that?"

"Only about a million quadrillion times. Mostly after you cum."

"I like coming."

"So do I."

"Who'd have guessed?" he chuckled softly.

He nuzzled her throat and she turned her face to his, her full, luscious
lips fluttering under his, her tongue slipping sexily in and out of his
mouth. Jayant slid his hands up her body. Her shirt was unbuttoned, its ends
knotted below her breasts, and the fleshy mounds strained at the tight cloth
which squeezed them together to form a deep and inviting cleavage. His
fingers trickled under her shirts and he loosened the knot and pulled the
shirt open over her breasts, exposing them to the elements and his tender
caresses. She responded instantly, her tongue quickening in his mouth, her
breath soft on his face, her breasts growing heavy and warm with excitement,
her nipples jumping erect. He lifted and squeezed her breasts, enjoying
their weight and size and superb form, squeezing them gently. Anuja swept
her tongue through his ear. Jayant moved his hands down her body gently and
unbuttoned her shorts, slowly pulled down the zipper fly and, peeling them
open, rolled them down her legs. They puddled in the waves lapping at their
feet. Anuja turned in his arms and, slipping her hands around his neck,
kissed him fiercely, grinding her naked body against his. Jayant held her
tight and close, his hands on her buttocks. Her hot breasts squashed against
his hard chest.

Anuja's face was soft with desire when she moved her lips from his and
dragged her tongue sexily down his body, kissing and licking his small,
dark, hard nipples. Her fingers traced the contours of his chest and belly
and, moving lower, flicked open the button clasp of his shorts, unzipped
them, pulled them open and down his legs. They too fell in the water at
their feet. Jayant grunted in pleasure as her gentle fingers curled around
his long penis and began to work it deftly. Her mouth was hot and her teeth
sharp on his nipples, sucking, letting go, sucking again, letting go.

Slowly, Anuja sank to the sand before him, her fingers working his cock,
masturbating him dexterously. As his cock thickened and swelled, she flipped
the foreskin back and, opening her mouth, her head tilted to one side, her
eyes half-closed, swirled her tongue lasciviously over the bulging
cock-head. Jayant grunted softly, his belly rippling inward, his head bent
to watch. Round and round her tongue went, coiling sinuously around the
thick knob while her graceful fingers pumped his shaft, her finger-rings
glinting in the moonlight. Jayant waited patiently, savouring the delicate
pleasure of her soft, moist tongue winding around his cock-head, the warmth
of her breath on his groins.

The heady taste and odour of his cock aroused her; it was too much to
resist. She opened her mouth wide and slipped her full, sensual lips around
his cock-head and shaft, her teeth scraping down the stem. Jayant groaned
softly. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and wet and moist and she began to
suck his cock heavily and deeply, still working the cock-head in her mouth
with her tongue. The sensation was exquisite and his cock ballooned swiftly,
filling her mouth and distending her face. Jayant moaned softly in pleasure,
moving her head with his hands, rocking his hips back and forth. His cock
glistened and gleamed between her lips. Pausing, breathing hard, she licked
his balls, caressed her face with his penis, squeezed it between her breasts
as she tongued his navel. Gently, he pushed her head down and she took his
cock in her mouth again, sucking it with a deep and abiding hunger.

"Mm -- yes -- ohh yes -- oh yes, Anji, yes -- suck it -- oh yes, that's
good -- yes -- ohhh uhh yes -- ahh, yes, that's it -- c'mon -- suck it!"

The tide rose steadily and now gentle waves lapped at her naked buttocks as
she knelt before him, washing around her knees and calves and his feet and
ankles. His penis throbbed hot in her mouth and spurted pre-cum gunk. She
whimpered and slowed her cock-sucking, lasciviously licking the slimy seed
off his cock-head. Jayant pushed her head away, yearning for the rest.

They fucked slowly and gently, drowning themselves in each other's bodies,
oblivious to the falling night and growling surf. Anuja lay on her back on
the wet sand and, bending over her, his arms outstretched, Jayant pressed
his cock-head to her cunt-lips. Anuja reached down with one hand to guide
him into her flesh, her other hand on his shoulder. Slowly, Jayant flexed
his buttocks and eased his hips forward. Anuja moaned and arched under him
as his hot, hard, long, throbbing cock surged into her flesh. He groaned
thickly and began to fuck her with long, slow, deep thrusts, rocking his
hips up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock running
smoothly in and out of her wet, hot, tight, clonic cunt. Anuja whimpered
softly, rocking and lurching under him, her hips rising and falling with his
in an erotic cadence, her legs spread wide and knees raised on either side
of his lean hips. He bent his head and kissed her, his tongue slipping into
her mouth and she sucked it sensuously, her arms around his thickly muscled
shoulders.

This was divine, intense sex, each drowning in the other, their eyes locked
on each other's faces, no words needed, their soft gasps saying everything.
Her face was radiant with pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes glassy, her
nostrils flared. The little nose-stud winked and the moonbeams picked out
the dainty birth marks on her face and neck and breasts and belly. On and on
they went in a rocking, curving rhythm, neither wanting it to end. The tide
rose higher and the sea lapped at her buttocks and cunt, curled around her
back and shoulders, wetting her neck and hair. His ankles and knees and
thighs spluttered in the hissing waves, the rocking of the sea seeming to
match their rhythm in half-beat.

Suddenly, Jayant was overwhelmed by a sense of despair. He saw himself
losing her forever and the thought was unbearable. He groaned and rocked
deep into her, drawing a shuddering gasp. The years of loving had so attuned
one to the other's needs that she understood instantly and knew what to do.

"Jayant," she murmured, pulling his head down to hers. "Fuck me hard. Hurt
me. I want you to."

He moaned and, lifting his buttocks, rammed down hard into her. Anuja gasped
and arched under him.

"No," she moaned. "Not like this. From behind. Fuck me from behind. Like the
other girls you fuck. Like the other men fuck me."

Jayant groaned and slid out of her and she turned over on her forearms and
knees in the rising water, facing the far horizon. Jayant knelt behind her
in the white-capped, frothing surf that curled and swept around their bodies
and quickly squeezed his cock between her buttocks and into her cunt. Anuja
gasped loudly, arching her back, her head rising, her face radiant with
pleasure as his big cock surged into her flesh. Jayant groaned desperately
and, gripping her hips, began fucking her furiously, ramming and reaming his
cock in and out of her cunt, slamming his hips back and forth feverishly.
Anuja cried out, her voice ragged and sharp as his huge penis plundered her
flesh, pistoning and plunging madly in and out of her wet cunt-flesh. The
sea slapped at her pendulous breasts and the salty spray speckled her pretty
face. Faster and faster he went, fucking her demonically. Her body rocked
and jerked under his, her heavy, swollen breasts swinging, her gold necklace
in the water. She came violently and he gasped, his fingers digging into the
soft flesh of her buttocks and rammed deep into her flesh again and again
till at last he could hold back no longer. Buried deep in her cunt, he
groaned and exploded, shooting thick jets of hot jizz into her hungry, wet
slit.

He slid out of her slowly and they stumbled into the surf, panting and
gasping, letting the water wash over them. The sea caressed their naked
bodies, the new waves running over them, lifting and rocking their bodies,
the retreating tide, slithering sensuously over their flesh. She turned to
him, her body half across his, her hair loosened, sweeping over her face and
smiled sadly.

"My love," she whispered. "I don't want to lose you."

Hot tears pricked his eyes and then she broke down and wept like a child,
her body wracked by heaving sobs. He couldn't hold himself either and the
emotions welled up and poured out in heavy tears that coursed down his
cheeks. His face crumpled and he wept helplessly, sobbing pitifully. They
held each other close, kissing and hugging one another fiercely.

The outburst of pain and sorrow drained them. Finally, they quietened and
lay together silently, sniffling. He broke down again and she moaned and
held his head to her breast, rocking and cradling him like a lost child. At
last, he shook himself out of his fear and anguish.

Slowly, they lurched to their feet and scrabbled in the wet darkness for
their clothes. They were drenched and they slipped into them uncomfortably.
They started back down the beach in silence, her hand clenched tightly in
his.

Returning to their room, they showered and then made love again in bed,
slowly and gently with infinite sadness and intense pleasure. She mounted
him, straddling his lap on her knees and slowly impaling her cunt on his
cock. He groaned and arched up into her, his hands sliding up her body to
her breasts, cupping and caressing them. She smiled at him and her eyes were
full of a deep sadness that overwhelmed him and made him want to cry again.
She saw his reaction and silenced him with a kiss, bending and pushing her
tongue into his mouth.

"No," she whispered. "Not now. Not now, Jayant."

Jayant understood and took a grip on himself. He reared up into her slowly
and she rose on her arms, her face tilted back and, biting her lower lip,
swirled her hips slowly in tight circles, mashing her cunt-flesh with his
massive cock. They rocked together gently and slowly, her body rising and
falling over his bucking hips, her cunt sliding up and down the length of
his cock. Her breasts bounced and her gold necklace tossed as she moved
faster, climbing rapidly to her climax, not caring about holding back now,
sweeping him with her. They came together, their orgasms colliding in an
explosion of pleasure and grief.

They checked out at eleven and Osmond was at the desk. There would be no
charge, he said. Their stay was on the house. Jayant protested, but gave in;
Osmond was adamant. He smiled at Anuja who suddenly leaned across the desk
and kissed him, feeling sorry for the fat man in his loneliness.

As they turned to go, Osmond stopped them.

"Listen," he said. "Please."

He looked hesitant and unsure and Anuja smiled. "What is it Ossie? Tell us."

"I -- er -- well, see, men, it is like this. Next weekend, Saturday night
that is, there is a big party over here. Very rich people are coming. They
have booked the whole bleddy hotel, men. The whole bleddy hotel."

"So? Good for you."

"No men. I mean yes and business and all will be booming, men, but this is
different, men. Not usual."

"Meaning what?"

"A special party, men. They want special treat and special things."

"So do it."

"Yes men, that is why only I am asking y'all. See, they are wanting to have
a show, you know what I mean, what kind of show."

Anuja and Jayant looked at him and then at each other, and at him again.

"You mean a live show."

"Yes men."

"A girl being fucked for an audience."

"Oh, yes, that is right, exactly. On the beach it will be, moon and all,
very pretty. And they will be paying, also, good money, very good, fifty
thousand in cash on the nail."

"And Anuja is the girl you have in mind?"

Osmond choked. "If -- sir, please -- I have promised so many things --,"

Jayant looked at her and she nodded briefly. He turned to Osmond and
grinned, clapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, cool it, dude. We're buddies remember, and we owe you. Thing is, we
don't know if we can make it. You know, getting away for the night and all."

"I understand." Osmond looked crushed.

Anuja giggled and pecked him on the cheek. "Oh, Ossie, you silly goose. I
didn't say I wouldn't do it. I just meant we'd let you know. Can I call you
tomorrow and confirm? If I can't, I'll send someone else. Someone as good.
OK?"

Osmond beamed, his round face glistening with relief. "Oh thank you, thank
you, Anuja madam. Thank you. You are the best friends for me, men. Swear on
god, men. Swear on God. Best friends."

They smiled and reassured him and he followed them out to the car and waited
as Jayant backed out carefully and then moved forward. Jayant waved his hand
from the window. In the car, Anuja turned and looked out the rear
windscreen.

"I feel sorry for him," she murmured. "He's lonely."

"Are you going to do it?"

"I want to. It's tempting."

"Do it then."

"I will. If I can dodge my parents. You will be here, won't you?"

Jayant smiled at her. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Anuja my heart. Not
for the world."

-- END OF CHAPTER 6 --

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