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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 8 : ONAN'S BRIDE

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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Anuja looked down at the clutter on her nuptial bed. Over a dozen dildoes,
vibrators and sheaths of different shapes, colours and sizes were scattered
across its expanse. She looked at her handsome bridegroom waiting
expectantly at the foot of the bed.

"So. Let me get this straight. You want to watch me masturbate." Her voice
was flat and even.

"Yes."

"So that you can video-tape me."

"Yes."

"On our wedding night. On our honeymoon."

"Yes."

Anuja smiled sarcastically. "Tell me, what shall I use? A dildo? A vibrator?
Or just my fingers?"

"Whatever you like."

"Anything else you have in mind that I should know about? Tell me now before
I get my hopes up."

"Don't get your hopes up."

"Not much chance of that now, is there?"

Anuja tossed aside the sheaths. That left her with four dildoes of different
sizes, the smallest not less than eight inches long, and three large
vibrators. She looked up at Avinash, arching her eyebrow questioningly. He
nodded.

"Yes. Fine. Begin on my call. Take your time."

Anuja closed her eyes. She could hardly believe what had happened.

They left for their honeymoon right after the banns, a prolonged lavish
affair that, at his instance, was crammed into one hectic day with the
marriage and the reception both spread over a Sunday lunch. He said he hated
large weddings. They flew south to a beach resort. The flight was a short
hop and, after a half-hour drive, they arrived at the resort. It was a
swanky five-star deluxe hotel. They were expected and had confirmed
reservations.

All through the wedding and reception, and on their trip down, Avinash was
suave and polished. In the hotel, he was devastatingly charming, and Anuja
smiled to herself as she watched the female receptionists trying to catch
his attention, not missing the envious looks thrown in her direction.

Avinash was evidently well-known at the hotel. He greeted the concierge and
the lobby manager and the guest relations lady by name. He introduced Anuja
and they were congratulated warmly. He had told Anuja that this was he came
here frequently, when he wanted to get away for a few days and just relax.
The check-in formalities were waived and the receptionist handed them their
key on a large brass tag.

"Your usual suite, sir," she said with a smile, her eyes devouring him.

"Thank you," Avinash smiled, flashing his perfect smile. "Is everything
ready as I had asked for?"

"Yes, of course, sir. If you need anything, please let me know."

She sounded as if she expected him to call her to spend the night.

"We will, thank you," he said and took Anuja's arm. "Come, Anji. You're
going to love this." He hoisted his large camera bag on his shoulder.

The suite was truly spectacular, with a huge living-sitting-dining area, a
fully equipped kitchen, and two bedrooms, one larger than the other. It had
a huge balcony overlooking lush tropical gardens that stretched to silver
sands and the vastness of the ocean. The furnishings were elegant, quiet and
very, very expensive. The bar was fully stocked, there were flowers and
fruit everywhere, and a bottle of champagne nestled in its bucket on the
balcony with two crystal flutes. A card hung on a thread around the bottle's
neck. With our compliments, it said. The champagne was Dom Perignon. Avinash
smiled.

"It's incredible!" Anuja gasped. "Do you always stay here?"

"Always," said Avinash with a smile. "Why slum when you can lord?"

He led her to the balcony. The moon rose in a cloudless sky, and they could
see the white tops of the waves and hear the wind in the trees and the crash
of the surf. The lights glimmered in the huge azure pool.

It was breathtaking. Anuja hugged herself with excitement.

"Happy?" Avinash murmured, close behind her.

Anuja nodded. She could smell his musky cologne, deep, masculine, erotic. He
brushed the back of her neck with his fingertips. Anuja shivered. Her long
hair was in thick, single braid down her back and she was dressed in a
simple printed *sari*.

Avinash drew her against him. She nestled against his broad, deep chest. Her
groom was incredibly sexy. He put his arms around her. She thought he might
touch her breasts. His fingers brushed her arms and her naked midriff and
she tensed. Her breasts grew hot and swelled and her rigid nipples ached for
his touch.

"Tonight will be special," he murmured, his lips close to her ear.

She turned around in his arms. He pressed his lips chastely to her forehead.
Anuja closed her eyes and waited, her lips fluttering expectantly.

The kiss never came. He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip.

"You are very lovely," he said, kissing her eyelids.

Anuja's hands slid up his arms. They were thickly muscled. Her fingers
rested on the deep swell of his chest.

Avinash stepped back smoothly, sliding his hands down her arms and locking
his fingers in hers, arms stretched.

"Very lovely and very sexy," he smiled. "Will you do something for me?"

Anything, she said to herself, my god, anything, but take me, darling! Take
me hard! Her cunt was already tingling in anticipation. She nodded with a
bright smile.

"Thank you," he said softly. "Let's go in. I'll tell you what I want you to
do."

He took her arm and they moved back to the suite.

"You looked stunning at the wedding," he said with a smile. "Absolutely
devastating, with all the jewellery and everything. I'd --"

Anuja looked at him and smiled. "You want me to dress up for you?"

He smiled with genuine pleasure. "Yes. Very much. You don't mind?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly, Avinash. Of course not. Give me ten minutes."

"Thank you," he said with a broad smile.

Anuja was moving away when he pulled her back, close to him, his hands on
her bare waist. His fingers were hard and strong and seemed to burn her
flesh. She ached to feel his hands on her breasts, in her crotch, at her
anus.

"One more thing, if you would," he said. "Dress without any underclothes."

Anuja's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes brightened with excitement. This was
very sexy. The man was evidently a master. He planned to fuck her slowly and
deeply, to savour every minute, to explore every inch of her being. She
nodded breathlessly and turned away, her eyes lingering on him. She was used
to being fucked, but this was special, very special. This man would make
love to her, long and slow, possess her as a woman should be taken.

Fifteen minutes later, Anuja stepped out of the dressing room into the
master bedroom, looking absolutely ravishing. Her hair was drawn back with a
centre parting in a long, single, tasseled braid. Her eyes were rimmed with
*kajal*, and she had a *bindi*, but she wore no other makeup. Diamond studs
glinted in her earlobes and one nostril. A thin gold necklace and the long
black and gold *mangalsutra* hung around her neck. She had draped the rich
brocade *sari* in the Gujarati fashion, with the *pallu* down the front. Her
blouse was taut, with a deep V-neck and her breasts jutted out proudly,
squeezed together by the tight material to form a sexy cleavage. She had
worn the *sari* low, below her navel, and her midriff was bare. Gold bangles
tinkled on her wrists, and she wore rings on two fingers of each hand and on
the second toe of each foot. Sexy gold anklets drooped around her slender
ankles.

Her eyes flicked to the bed and the smile died on her lips. Avinash had set
up a battery of video and still cameras around the bed. He was fiddling with
the controls of a monitor on a laptop computer wired to the cameras. At the
sound of her step, he looked over his shoulder and turned.

"There you are. Good." He studied her and his mouth fell open. "My god,
you're stunning!"

He saw her looking at the video equipment clustered around the bed and
chuckled softly at her bewildered expression.

"That's the other thing," he said, delight in his voice. "I'm sorry I forgot
to mention it. I want to preserve this forever. For posterity."

He moved forward, languidly unbuttoning his shirt. As he neared her, he
pulled it out of his jeans and flung it aside. For a minute, he stood
before, smiling down at her, arms akimbo. Anuja looked at his handsome face
and her eyes slid down over his torso. She couldn't help the sudden intake
of breath. She felt a ripple of naked lust: her breasts swelled and her
nipples stiffened and her cunt tingled in anticipation.

Avinash's body was like a piece of sculpture. The torso was smooth-skinned
and hairless, in a sharply tapering V from the sprawling shoulders to the
narrow, high hips. His chest was deep and broad with a thick cleft between
the slab-like pectorals. His belly was hard and flat, paved with strong,
square muscles. His skin was stretched taut over the mighty musculature and
was almost translucent: she could see the fine tracery of veins under it.
His sharp nipples were set in small aureoles pulled low and far on either
side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit. He was
devastatingly sexy.

Anuja felt a frisson of excitement sweep through her. The thought of this
demi-god fucking her, and filming it all as well, was incredibly erotic. She
looked up at him, and he smiled down at her. He pulled off his belt. His
fingers opened the clasp of his jeans. Her eyes swept down to his belly, and
he chuckled dryly. His eyes boring into her face, he stretched his arm and
picked up a plastic bag from the bed and turning it upside down, shook out
the contents.

Anuja's head turned and she gasped in shock. Her eyes whipped back to
Avinash. Suddenly his face was cold and still, his eyes dark and flat.

"Have you been fucked before?"

The quiet words stung like a whiplash. Anuja gasped and recoiled, eyes wide.

"Have you?" There was a sudden malevolence in his eyes that terrified her.

He repeated the question and now there was a distinct threat of violence.
Anuja stared at him dumbly. Suddenly, his hand whipped at her face and Anuja
cried out, her head jerking sideways. The blow wasn't hard, but it stung.

"Answer me!" he rasped.

Not looking at him, Anuja nodded, cringing from another slap.

"How often?"

Again, she didn't respond immediately and this time he hit her harder. Anuja
cried out, tears streaking her face.

"How often?"

"I don't know," she sobbed softly. "I don't know!"

"What does that mean?" he snarled, gripping her face and turning it to his.
"What does that mean? Once? Twice? More than that?"

"More!" she moaned. "More than twice."

"With the same man? Or was there more than one?"

"More -- more than one --"

She was cringing, expecting another blow. Instead, she heard him chuckle
softly. His fingers loosened their grip and he touched her chin gently.

"Good," he said, his eyes dancing. "That's better. Whatever the answer, I
must have it. Never disobey me. Do you understand?"

He released her and stepped back. "Now. Listen carefully. I know what you
expect. I'm sorry, but it is not to be." He nodded as she looked up in
horror. "That's right. I will not sleep with you. Not tonight. Not ever."

Anuja could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at him aghast,
her ears burning. He went on in his quiet, smooth voice.

"Sex, as you know it, or have experienced it -- and you will tell me about
your experience or experiences when I wish to hear them -- is not something
we will share. Never. Get it?"

She opened her mouth in protest, but he went on. "There will be no kissing.
No fondling. No foreplay and most certainly no copulation. Your cunt will
never -- never, you understand? -- feel my prick. Nor your mouth or hands or
any other part of you."

"I -- I don't understand!" she cried, her mind whirling.

"Don't understand? What is there not to understand? It's quite simple,
really. Let me put it in a language you may follow. I will not fuck you.
Ever. I think you should be able to follow that now."

"But why?" Anuja cried. "Why are you doing this? Is there -- is there
someone else? Another woman?"

Avinash smiled. "To answer your last question first, Anuja," he said
dispassionately. "There is no one 'other woman'. There are other women, or
have been. Frequently. Now, if you satisfy me, you will suffice, at least
for the time being. There may be others, if I choose."

"But -- but how do I satisfy you if -- if --"

Avinash laughed in her face. "As all the others have. In exactly the same
way. Like all the other whores I've paid for. As they did."

She stared at him uncomprehending. "I -- I don't understand --"

 "No, I don't expect you to. I don't expect anyone to."

"What -- what do you want, then Avinash? How -- how do I --?"

"I like to watch."

"What?"

"I like to watch. It turns me on to watch a couple fucking. I like seeing it
live, or in films. For years, I watched one blue film after the other
constantly. After a point, they're boring, not really exciting enough.
Fortunately, I have an electronics company and we make or import the latest
in audio-visual equipment. So I decided to make my own films. I make
extremely sexy films. And I watch them. Again and again. When I get bored, I
make new ones. I have an enormous library. Over three hundred tapes."

"But don't you -- don't you want to --?"

He smiled thinly. "No. I prefer to masturbate. Repeatedly. I can come again
and again without effort. I find it exhilarating."

Anuja took a deep breath. "Well," she said quietly. "Good for you, then
Avinash. And goodbye. I don't want this. Live with your quirks. I won't."

She turned away and headed for the bathroom.

"You're making a mistake."

She turned, anger in her eyes. "I don't think so."

"Perhaps you should see this. It might change your mind."

"Not a chance."

"I think you should consider, Anuja. This could change everything."

He picked up a remote control from the coffee table and thumbed a button.
The big colour television set against the wall flickered to life. Anuja
gasped. It was one of her films. One she had made for Hedon & Venery. It was
done soon after she joined, and was the first in which she had the lead
role. The sequence on screen showed her thrashing in unfaked passion with an
enormously endowed black man in an eye-mask.

He was licking her slit. His tongue was thick and heavy and long, almost
animal, a bright sexual organ on its own. Anuja lay naked on her back and
her head rolled from side to side and her hips heaved and bucked eagerly
under his face. Her hands were under her swollen breasts, squeezing the
fleshy mounds, tugging at her long, rigid nipples sexily. Her legs were
spread, her knees bent, moaning feverishly.

Anuja gaped in dismay and watched her hands roll sensuously over her
breasts, then slide down to her lover's head, moving it around between her
thighs. Her hips arched, her back bowed, and her body jerked on the bed.

"Where did you get that?" she gasped.

The film was meant strictly for overseas sales to South American countries.

The camera lingered in a long close-up of his tongue in her cunt, curling
and flipping through the sodden cunt-flesh, rimmed with damp curling pubic
hair, flicking her swollen clitoris furiously with his tongue and his thick
lips sucking it, drawing it in and out between his lips. Her lust was
evidently unfaked.

"I told you. This is my hobby," Avinash explained. I found a mail order firm
in America that scours local markets for fresh material around the world.
This was bought in Rio, of all places. Frankly, I'd be interested to find
out what your parents or friends would think if they should chance to see
something like this. Personally, I think it's wonderful. You agree?"

He turned up the volume. Anuja heard herself moan and gasp obscenely as the
Negro slid up and worked her breasts and nipples with his tongue. She arched
her back, squeezing her breast into his mouth. His large, white teeth tugged
on one as he pinched the other, and then he rapped his tongue rapidly across
her nipple. Anuja groaned and arched, her hand pumping his cock.

"I want to suck your cock," she heard herself say. "Let me suck you."

The man moved up and squeezed his thick, dark penis between her breasts,
fucking them slowly, raking her nipples down his shaft. Her lips fluttered,
questing for his cock-head and, with a dry chuckle, he knelt over her face
and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked his penis hungrily, her head
rocking up and down between his thighs. His bloated penis distended her
face. She licked the gorged cock-head lasciviously, winding her tongue round
and round the slimy bulge, her fingers deftly working his balls. The man's
hips pumped gently, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth and then he
turned around and they went into a sixty-nine. The camera retreated to a
mid-shot of their bodies writhing together, then moved seamlessly into a
series of alternating cuts between his tongue in her cunt and his penis in
her mouth.

After several minutes, the man got up, licking his moist lips. Turning her
on her side, he knelt behind her buttocks, lifted her upper leg high and
wide and squeezed his ten-inch penis deep into her cunt. Anuja's body
twisted and writhed and her face contorted, in detailed close- up, a vision
of naked lust. The man began to fuck her, in time to a cleverly syncopated,
pulsating soundtrack rhythm, plunging his cock in and out of her cunt. Anuja
watched as the man's rocking grew faster and remembered how wonderful it
felt.

"I got it a little after the marriage was fixed," Avinash said. "You have no
idea how relieved I was to find that I was engaged to a rutting whore. You
must know that the only reason I consented to marriage was to please my
family and get them off my back. This was an added bonus. I have no
regrets."

"Put it off. Please."

"Why?" he laughed. "I like the next bit best. Where he fucks you
doggie-style. The camera work and editing are pure genius. You must tell me
where to get more of these."

"Avinash. Please."

On screen, Anuja saw the black man push her on her front on all fours. He
dropped in a low squat behind her and, holding his thick black cock in his
hand, squeezed it through her buttocks into her cunt in one long rush. The
film snapped to a shot of her face, arched, riven with lust, her mouth wide,
her eyes hooded, her body lurching forward, then cut to a shot of his
enormous penis driving in and in and in, disappearing inexorably into her
flesh. It cut back to her face, and her voice came through the background
music.

"OHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Ohgod!"

"Take it! Take it, whore! Take it all!" the man cried, forcing himself
deeper into her.

"Ohhhhh yes! Yes! It feels so good! Fuck my cunt, baby! Fuck me hard!"

The film snapped back to a close-up of the monstrously distended penis
grinding and rasping and squelching methodically in and out of her cunt. The
huge lance glistened with their juices, and Anuja could see the thick, hard
veins along its length. They had scraped and mashed her inflamed clitoris
relentlessly till she was dizzy with pure joy. The dark penis appeared and
disappeared between the curves of her buttocks and the shot dissolved into
an even tighter close-up. Anuja's cunt filled the screen, and she could see
the black man's heavy, hairy balls squeezing against her buttocks and
cunt-lips, the thick shaft scrunching and grinding and pushing greedily
through her cunt-lips, spread wide in eager welcome by her clawed fingers,
surging into the sodden cunt-flesh within. The close-up was pin-sharp and
she could see the small, dark hairs of her cunt, damp and curled inward. The
man's buttocks flexed and unflexed, his puckered anus winking at the camera
as his penis burrowed and squeezed relentlessly in and out of her flesh. His
balls pressed to her cunt-lips and she saw her finger cupping and squeezing
them eagerly.

Avinash chuckled at the sight. "Yes," he said. "This is an exceptionally
fine movie. Perhaps I should show it to some of your colleagues at the Bar."

He smiled at the ashen look on Anuja's face. Behind him, from the screen,
her own voice echoed in joyous delirium, mingling with her lover's heavy
grunts.

"Take it! Take it, bitch! OHhhhhh yeh! Take my cock! Ohhhh yeh! OHHHhh unhhh
OHHH! Unhhhh -- yes! Ohhhhh yes!"

"OHHhh! OHHHh! Ohhhhh! OhmaunhhhhOHHH!" Anuja's cries rang out. "Ohhh, that
feels so good! Ohhhh yes! Fuck -- unhhh -- fuck me! Ohhh god yes! Fuck me
hard, baby! Yes! Do it! Ohhhhh yes! Yes! Ohhhh god yes!"

Avinash raised the volume further. Anuja closed her eyes and clapped her
hands to her ears. Avinash turned it up further. She could not shut it out.

"Stop it!" she screamed. "Please! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

Avinash ignored her. Their cries came over the soundtrack. On screen, the
images continued to flicker. Now the black man was ram-fucking her cunt,
slamming his hips violently back and forth, the huge penis thundering in and
out of her cunt-flesh. Her body jerked and lurched unsteadily under the
heavy pounding, her breasts tossing wildly, the gold necklace around her
neck flying this way and that. It cut to a close-up of her face, contorted
in a silent scream of agonised delight, her mouth wide open, her eyes
screwed up, her perfect teeth bared. Her cries were loud, lewd, ragged,
utterly obscene, evidently unfaked.

"Yes," she heard herself moan. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me like a whore!"

"So. Do we have a deal?" Avinash murmured.

Anuja nodded. "Yes. Yes. I'll do as you say. Please. Just put it off."

"Why? You made it, and evidently enjoyed it. Why so coy now? Au contraire. I
think I rather like having it play. Yes. That's a fine idea. I shall let it
play, while you fulfil your -- marital obligations, shall we say?"

Anuja closed her eyes. "What do you want? What do you want me to do?"

Avinash laughed. "Quite simple, really. You must perform for me, while I
watch. In any way I choose. I will film it. That's all."

"But -- but with whom?"

"Oh, yes. The technical details. Always the technical details. The little --
or," nodding to the black man's penis, "not so little things. Yes. I will
indicate the men. Sometimes you may have to go out and get the ones I want.
Most often, they will be brought to you. I select them. Anyone I fancy, big,
small, fair, dark, hairy, smooth, thin, fat, whatever. From anywhere --
servants, labourers, rank strangers. There may even be more than one at a
time. Is that understood?"

Anuja stared at him, stunned and, helpless, nodded slowly.

"Good," he continued. "Also, there will be some business entertaining, when
you will be fucked by my friends or business associates. I will not directly
watch those, but they will also be filmed, with discreetly hidden cameras."
He grinned. "It's amazing how a little judicious peek at my library can
simplify the most complex contracts. But, I hasten to add, I never play
dirty. I don't use the material, and once the contract is in, everything is
run strictly by the book."

"Very noble," she said bitterly.

Avinash laughed. "No. Just pragmatic. You can't do business with your enemy.
It's wiser to show him your muscle and buy his fidelity. It's amazing how
terrified men are of their inability to resist the temptations of flesh."

"What else?" Anuja said in a tired voice.

"What?"

"What else must I do, Avinash? To buy your silence?"

"Why, nothing further. Beyond this, we'll be a perfectly normal, happily
married couple."

"Normal. I see. You have a curious way with words."

Avinash smiled. "Yes, normal, to all intents and purposes. We have a lovely
house, with lots of servants -- all of whom will fuck you, of course." He
chuckled. "You will have all the money and comforts you desire. Naturally,
you are free to pursue your career, if you wish."

"How nice of you. Tell me, do we share a bedroom?" Anuja said bitterly.

"If you wish."

"I don't wish. But it is normal, I believe."

Avinash laughed. "Yes, very well. We will share a bedroom, though I doubt
you will like it. But you can also have a room of your own. The house has
lots of rooms already, and since we are not going to have children --"

"Naturally." Her voice dripped sarcasm.

"You can have one, and furnish it to your taste," he continued as if she had
not spoken.

She stood silent, and he waited. Behind him, the film ran on. The black man
finished by fucking her on her back, taking her heavily and slowly at first,
then thudding in and out of her repeatedly for several minutes till he was
done. He jerked his enormous cock out of her and came, spattering her face
with thick gobs of jizz. She opened her lips wide and took his seed in her
mouth. The sequence faded after a lingering close-up of her cum-spattered
face, radiant with joy, her lips questing for his dark, sticky cock.

The next sequence showed her in a car, driving through lush green country.
Anuja knew what would follow.

"Well?" asked Avinash.

"Well what?"

"Do we have a deal or not?"

"Subject to one condition, yes."

"You're hardly in a position to demand anything, my dear."

"I could leave. Divorce you."

"Really? Think about it. What would you say? That I was impotent? Who'd
believe it? Look at me. Who'd believe it of me? And anyway, how would anyone
prove it? Or test it? On the other hand, consider your position. Your
family, reputation, career, everything would be ruined, utterly and
completely."

"I realise all that," she said calmly. "I'm not a fool. But I think you
relish the idea of an in-house, round-the-clock, free sex-slave. I think the
notion of your wife being a slut turns you on. I think you'd be willing to
give a little to keep that."

Avinash studied her silently and then nodded graciously. "You're right.
You're smarter than I thought. Perhaps I underestimated you. Very well, what
is it that you want?"

"You can film what you like around the house. I will fuck your associates
for your business, too. But nothing beyond that. Then I am at liberty to
take any lover I choose, to spend my time fucking as I like."

Avinash looked at her thoughtfully. "That seems acceptable. I shall want
copies of any films you make like this."

"That can be arranged. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes. And thank you," he said politely. "Please wait while I rig my film
gear."

Anuja watched impassively as Avinash fetched his trunks and set up his
cameras, tripods, lights and a sophisticated laptop computer. He moved
quickly and precisely, humming to himself. When it was set, he ran a test,
and then turned to her.

"Ready when you are."

Anuja looked at him and took a deep breath.

"Avinash."

"Yes?"

"We are supposed to be honeymooning here for ten days. Do you expect me to
masturbate throughout that time?"

Avinash grinned. "Not at all, my heart. I have made arrangements. You shall
have suitable companions with whom you can disport yourself. For my
pleasure."

"Good."

She looked at the television screen and smiled briefly. The car had drawn up
under a tree on the grassy bank of a rippling, clear stream that flowed from
a natural rock pool under a small waterfall. Anuja got out of the car and,
quickly taking off her clothes, waded in. She slipped into the pool and swam
across to the waterfall. The camera caressed her body under the cascade
while the soundtrack music hummed gently. Anuja took the falling water on
her face and breasts and groin, arching back, lips moving in silent murmurs
of pleasure. Her hips writhed under the thick, heavy spray and the camera
closed in to a shot of her spread legs, her unfurled cunt-lips with the
water crashing onto her crotch.

After a while, she swam back to the bank and lay down under the tree. The
sunlight filtering through the leaves dappled her naked, water-flecked body.
She caressed herself languorously, fondling her belly and breasts and
thighs, slowly spreading her legs. The camera closed in on her cunt and
showed her fingers toying with her cunt-lips, spreading them, darting around
the moist flesh within, knuckling her clitoris while she squeezed her
breasts. Her hips undulated and pumped gently and her head rolled slowly to
one side.

The film cut to a shot of two young men hiking through the forest by the
stream. One was in jeans and a flannel shirt, his sleeves rolled up his
thick forearms. The other wore only shorts. Both had sturdy hiking boots and
carried light packs.

They were strong, muscular, handsome men. Striding through the forest, they
stopped in a small clearing and shrugged off their packs. One of them went
down to the stream to refill his canteen. He was shown splashing water on
his face, looking up, blinking and staring.

In a mid-shot, the man by the bank was seen scrambling towards his pack. He
pulled out a pair of powerful field glasses and raised them to his eyes. A
slow grin spread across his face. He turned his head and whistled softly in
code. His companion came jogging down the path. The first man murmured to
him and, pointing across the stream, passed the binoculars to him. The
second man lifted the glasses to his eyes.

Through the merged double orbs of a binocular shot, Anuja was shown
masturbating on the bank. Her body writhed on the grassy verge, and her head
flipped slowly from side to side, her chest heaving. She squeezed her
breasts in evident excitement and, between her thighs, two fingers pumped
frantically in and out of her cunt. Her sensuous lips were parted, and her
tongue arched erotically over her bowed upper lip.

The second man lowered the glasses and grinned at his companion.

"Let's go," said the first.

Abandoning their kit, the two men crept through the undergrowth towards her.
They came out by her car and stole silently down to the river bank, closing
in on her. The film cut to her again, writhing on the sloping turf, her hips
pumping and undulating and closed in on her lust- ridden face.

The shot dissolved smoothly into a hazy-edged, soft-focus dream sequence of
Anuja with another man. He was fucking her smoothly and steadily, and the
film moved to a close-up of his long, thick, dark, vein-ridged penis
crushing heavily into her sodden cunt-flesh. The shot lingered for a moment
on her cock-filled cunt. She was obviously being taken from behind, and her
fingers clawed her cunt-lips open. His heavy balls squeezed against her
buttocks with each slow, spiralling, juddering thrust. The penis jammed
slowly in, paused, drew up, squeezed in again. The sequence cut to a shot of
her on all fours, rocking and lurching on her forearms and knees, her face
turned to the camera, a vision of naked, wanton lust. The man's immense
penis glided slowly in and out, appearing and disappearing between her
buttocks.

The shot dissolved to Anuja by the stream with the two men. Already, she was
on her knees before the one in shorts. They were unzipped and she was
sucking his large, long, erect penis. The fingers of one hand encircled his
massive shaft and her head rocked steadily back and forth before him. Her
tongue swirled with lascivious cunning over the gorged cock-head. The light
sparkled off the rings on her fingers. The camera lingered on a close-up of
her face as she sucked his cock, her fingers pumping the tool, her tongue
working its head, her lips sliding up and down its glistening, slimy length.

The man grunted, head bent to watch her, his hips pumping at her face. His
lips were parted and he was panting and groaning with pleasure, one hand on
her head, moving it to suit his pleasure, the other on his hip. Anuja's
motions grew swifter and she took more of his penis in her mouth, her cheeks
hollowing as she sucked hard.

The other man was masturbating slowly, watching them. Anuja abandoned the
guy in shorts and turned to him and began sucking his cock. The first man
took off his shorts and knelt behind her, caressing her naked buttocks and
breasts sensuously. Anuja cupped her hands over his on her breasts and
sucked the penis of the man before her, head rocking back and forth. The big
cock went in and out of her mouth.

In the honeymoon suite, Anuja felt a ripple of excitement. She remembered
the sequence. They had shot it in one go, without retakes. The men were very
good, and the sex was fantastic.

She looked up at Avinash with a smile and slowly dropped the *pallu* of her
*sari*. He nodded and turned to his laptop computer console. Slowly,
watching the movie, Anuja unwound her *sari* and moved onto the bed among
the scattered baubons.

Her eyes grew bright with excitement as she watched herself on screen. Now
she was sucking both penises simultaneously. The huge, throbbing organs
sawed in the air and her face was bloated with the thickness of their
cock-head between her lips. Her tongue worked them frantically, darting from
one to the other.

On the bed, Anuja sat back against the headboard. Her hands slid up under
her breasts, weighing them. They were already heavy and hard, her nipples
stiff. She squeezed them through the blouse. With tantalisingly slow
movements, she plucked open the buttons of her blouse one by one and then
slowly drew it open, revealing her breasts. She squeezed them sensuously
with a soft gasp, rolling her palms over the hard nipples, crushing the
mounds in her fingers.

"Yes," she murmured. "It was so good --"

She tugged at the drawcord of her petticoat, loosened it, and slid a hand
down her belly, between her thighs. With tempting slowness, she slid the
petticoat lower, lifting her hips slightly to take it under her buttocks and
down her thighs. With a quick wriggle, she slipped out of it and immediately
bent her knees, spread her legs and clawed her cunt-lips open. The dark
delta of her crotch was already damp with excitement. She heard Avinash's
soft gasp and the instant whir of a camera lens zooming in to a close up.
She held her cunt-lips open for a minute and then arched one long, elegant,
be-ringed forefinger inward and, gently swirling it through her cunt-flesh,
began to masturbate.

On the screen, she was on her back on the grass. One of the men had his face
buried in her crotch, while his companion sat on her face, fucking her
mouth. The leisurely cuts showed the man's thick, heavy tongue in her slit,
rippling up and down her crack, darting in and out, flickering against her
clit, his heavy finger jabbing and jamming this way and that inside her at
the same time. The film cut to her face rocking up and down under the other
man's thighs, his glistening penis sliding in and out of her mouth. Soft,
insistent music pulsed over the soundtrack. The men broke away after several
minutes and exchanged positions. One of them squeezed her breasts eagerly.

Anuja picked up a long, slim dildo and, holding it elegantly by the base,
slowly slid the tapering end into her cunt. She gasped and her hips lurched
and her legs split even wider. Gently, she pushed more and more of it into
her. It was eight inches long, with a ribbed surface. She began to
masturbate slowly, stroking it gently in and out of her cunt with one hand,
the other caressing her heavy breasts. Soon, the toy shone with her
cunt-juices.

In the movie, Anuja knelt astride one man's face. His hands were inside her
thighs, his thumbs stretching her cunt-lips wide open and his tongue snaked
and slithered in the moist softness of her cunt-flesh. Her hips juddered and
writhed and swayed over his face. He arched his head and sucked on her
inflamed clitoris. Her belly rippled and shook, and her cunt gyrated on his
head. Her face was turned to the other man who stood beside her, fucking her
mouth slowly. With one hand she fisted his cock. The other arm was stretched
down, adroitly pumping the penis of the man licking her cunt.

The shot cut to a close-up and her fingers and lips and cheeks were sticky
with their precum gunk. The man fucking her mouth bent his face to watch
her, his hips pumping rhythmically back and forth, rocking her head with one
hand.

Anuja grew excited watching herself. She abandoned the dildo for another,
larger one and greedily stuffed it into her cunt and started masturbating
again. This one was larger, longer and thicker than the first, and her hips
undulated heavily and her hands crushed her breasts in a frenzy. Another
camera by the bed whirred, closing in on her cunt and the dildo.

"Oh yes," she gasped. "Oh god yes! It felt so good!"

The two men had exchanged positions for a few minutes. Now they regrouped.
She was turned on her hands and knees between them and, while one fucked her
mouth, squeezing and fondling her pendulous, swollen breasts, the other
slowly stuffed his slippery, throbbing cock into her from behind. Her body
lurched and jerked and rocked between theirs, connecting the two companions
in a coital linkage.

"Mmm -- what a whore! Take it! Come on, bitch, take it!" the man fucking her
cunt gasped, holding her hips and moving her up and down and back and forth.

"Ohhhh yes -- suck it -- come on whore -- suck my cock -- harder!" his
friend said.

Anuja's body bridged the two men. They fucked her rhythmically for several
minutes, then exchanged positions and fucked her again. Anuja's breasts
jiggled and swung, hanging pendulous. The man fucking her cunt squeezed them
feverishly, mauling them in his hands.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," the man fucking her face gasped. "Oh fuck
yes oh yes oh yeh suck it! Suck it, whore, suck my dick!"

"Yeh, ohhhhh yes! Take it! Take it whore, take it!" the other groaned, his
face twisted with lust.

For the next forty-five minutes, Anuja masturbated continuously, using every
one of the dildoes and vibrators as she watched the two men fuck her.
Turning on her hands and knees, she fucked herself from behind, a hand
between her legs, rocking a thick, heavy vibrator in and out of her cunt.

Meanwhile, the screen showed a close-up of her cunt juddering up and down
the cock of a man under her, scrunching and squelching and rasping, while
his companion ram-fucked her face with loud gasps and grunts. The man under
her squeezed her swollen, turgid breasts and she moaned, sucking the other's
cock, leaning back to cup the balls of the man under her. Leaning forward,
she flexed her buttocks rapidly over his cock, squeezing it with her cunt.
He gasped under her and reared upward, jamming his cock into her cunt.

They paused and changed positions and she mounted the other man, her back to
him, and started sucking his friend's penis again. The man under her
fingered her anus and the camera lingered on a shot of her cunt sliding up
and down his cock while his finger wriggled in her anus. Her buttocks
quivered.

On the bed, Anuja flipped over onto her back and, lifting and spreading her
legs, jammed the largest dildo from the collection into her cunt. Her
shoulders hunching, her breasts squeezed together, her nipples rigid with
excitement, she pumped her hands furiously between her legs, driving the
ersatz penis swiftly in and out of her cunt.

"Oh god oh god oh god yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh yes yes yes!"

On the screen, too, she was on her back and the men were fucking her one by
one. One of them bent over and thrust deep into her cunt and began fucking
her quickly, rapidly, hard and deep, his hips swinging furiously over her
thighs.

On the bed, Anuja moaned feverishly, moving her hands faster and faster,
plunging the ten inch long dildo deep into her cunt, her hips juddering and
heaving. The film ran on, and now she was with the other man, heaving and
writhing and arching under him as he plundered her cunt heavily, his huge
cock ramming and reaming into her. The camera cut to a shot of his penis
crushing into her cunt, his balls hard at her cunt-lips, rising and falling,
pistoning violently in and out of her flesh.

The movie sequence ended with the two men fucking in her ass and cunt
simultaneously. She was turned on her side and one man lay behind her,
lifting up one thigh and parting her buttocks. He squeezed his cock slowly
into her anus, and the camera cut to a close-up of her contorted face.
Instantly, the second man joined in, lying before her and forcing his cock
through into her cunt. Anuja cried out, her voice ringing.

"Oh ma uhhh AHHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHHHHH! Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh
oh uh OHHHHHH!"

The camera lingered on a close-up of the two cocks running alternately in
and out of the adjacent orifices with great sawing motions, making her
thrash in a frenzy between them.

On the bed, Anuja turned on her front again and slid the thin dildo into her
anus with one hand while she masturbated her cunt with a thick vibrator. Her
cries and moans growing sharper, she moved faster and faster, ramming the
ersatz penises in and out of her cunt and anus, till she came with an
ululating cry and collapsed on the bed, shaking and trembling.

She lay on her front on the bed. Slowly, her eyes opened and she looked
dazedly at the television screen. The sequence was ending. The two men were
still fucking her cunt and ass together, but now she straddled their cocks
simultaneously. Kneeling astride one man, her cunt impaled on his cock, she
rocked up and down, and as she did, drove her anus up and down the shaft of
the second man who knelt behind her, his upright penis buried in her anus.
Her face was twisted with lust, and her body heaved and writhed and thrashed
uncontrollably. Each backward thrust drove her cunt and anus down onto the
two thick penises and drew a sobbing gasp. The camera lingered in a close-up
of the two orifices being stretched and filled by the throbbing, angry male
flesh.

"OHH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHH YES YES OHHHH GOD YES!" she cried.

"Take it!" one of her lovers gasped. "Take my cock, whore!"

"Yeh! Take it, bitch -- take it!" the other gasped, driving deep into her
anus.

Four hands groped her breasts and she gasped, arching back against the man
behind her, turning her face to him and kissing him wantonly, her lips wide,
her tongue snaking in and out of his mouth. She orgasmed on screen and,
seconds later, the men followed, coming outside her, one man splashing gunk
on her cunt and belly, the other coating her anus and buttocks with his
seed. They fell apart and she lay whimpering on the grass, running her hands
through the gunk on her body, licking her fingers and smearing her face with
it. The camera closed in to show her radiant, smiling face, and then began
to retreat. It rose slowly, showing the three naked bodies sprawled on the
grass. Finally, lifting through the tree-tops, turned to the bright sky in a
white-out dissolve.

There was a click and the screen died. Avinash rose slowly from the console,
his chest heaving, shining with sweat. Slowly, he turned around. His jeans
were undone and his cupped palm was full of jizz. Anuja looked at his penis.
It was fabulous, fully ten inches long limp and correspondingly thick, with
low, heavy balls. What a waste, she thought bitterly. He wiped his palm on
her naked belly, smearing her flesh with his seed.

"Thank you," he said softly. "You were very good."

Anuja turned her face away. He turned out the lights. The door clicked shut.
Surrounded by the dildoes and vibrators, alone in the dark, Anuja wept.

-- END OF CHAPTER 8 ---

NOTE: This story may be archived and distributed free, but may NOT be sold
or otherwise distributed for commercial gain/profit. Contact: 1996-97 Mary
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