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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 15 : Camera Candida :

SECTION 5 OF 9 : Local Heroes

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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Avinash was glad he came. After what she told him about her liaison on
the beach with a stranger, he did not want to miss a single
opportunity. What he was witnessing now was better than he had dared
hope.

Anuja lay naked on her back on a large rectangular dining table of
rough untreated wood in an open shack by the beach. There were three
men with her. Her face was turned to one side and one of the men was
fucking her mouth, holding her head with one hand and rocking it to
and fro as he pumped his hips back and forth at her face. A second man
played with her breasts, squeezing the fleshy mounds. The third,
chortling, stood between her forked, spread legs, masturbating her
slowly with a green glass beer bottle.

Anuja thrashed on the table as the men pawed her body. The man with
the beer bottle laughed lewdly, twisting the open bottle round and
round in his hands, moving its neck slowly in and out of her cunt. Her
hips heaved and jerked up and down on the table. Cold beer trickled
between her thighs. The man slipped the bottle out and lifted it to
his lips and took a deep swig.

"Ahh," he said is satisfaction. "Tays reel nice like this! Want more,
bitch? Betchado!"

Without waiting for a response, he pushed the bottle between her legs
again. Anuja gasped, sputtering on the huge cock filling her mouth.
Her face was distended with its size. The man playing with her breasts
pushed the one fucking her mouth away and jerked her head around to
his crotch and forced his penis into her mouth. Anuja moaned and
started sucking the second man's penis hungrily, her head rocking back
and forth.

Crouched behind a low wooden side-wall, Avinash clicked furiously.
This was fantastic, erotic beyond belief. The men were unaware of his
presence and couldn't hear his shutter and motor drive over the wind
and the sea and their own sounds and grunts.

It was two days after Anuja fucked with the stranger on the beach. The
next evening she returned, with Avinash following at a discrete
distance, walking parallel to her path higher along the beach. Her
lover was waiting for her, and there was another man with him, also
superbly built and stark naked, with a thick, long cock. She went up
to them. For the next hour, crouched in the shrubbery, Avinash filmed
his wife fucking the two strangers by the seashore. He had a clear and
unobstructed view: she ensured that by moving so that neither man
blocked Avinash's line of sight.

They fucked her in turns at first, the second man taking her first,
fucking her mouth and then ram-fucking her on her back on the side.
Then the second one took her astride his lap after he had fucked her
mouth. Then they fucked her together, in her cunt and mouth, swapping
places frequently. Finally, they fucked her in her cunt and ass
together, their huge penises sawing rhythmically in and out of her
adjacent orifices, her body trembling and thrashing ecstatically
between theirs.

The evening after, they avoided that side of the beach and walked in
the opposite direction instead. There were several small thatched
shacks on this stretch, serving beer and local liquor and delicious
seafood. There weren't many hotels on this beach, and it wasn't peak
season. There were no foreign tourists. Most of the shacks were
deserted, wrapped up awaiting the pending monsoon. The ones that were
open had no women, just local men who eyed her body hungrily. She was
wearing a sarong knotted behind her neck and waist and nothing else.
It came down from her neck in a halter loop, twin strips of cloth
barely covering her breasts. It was wound low on her hips, exposing
most of her midriff and, in profile, the swell and underside of her
breasts. Behind, her butt-cleavage was prominently displayed. The
sarong hung down to her shins and she was barefoot. The material was
fine and translucent and hid very little. The gold necklace twinkled
against her honey skin.

They walked on for the better part of an hour. The shacks grew fewer
and further apart. Anuja stopped.

"Want to turn back?" Avinash said.

"Mm. Might as well. No one here for me to fuck and you to photograph."

"No, more's the pity."

She grinned. "You could take me frigging. Out in the open."

He wrinkled his face. "Not sexy enough. I've got plenty of that now."

She giggled and pecked him on the cheek. "You could set the motor
drive and video and let it run while you fucked me."

He laughed. "Good try, but no, Anji. I told you," he said without
rancour.

"Oh well," she sighed. "I'll just have to keep trying."

"You do that," he chuckled. "Let's see who wins."

"Oh, I will. Sooner or later."

"Never."

"Take a bet."

"You're on."

"Give me odds."

"Hundred to one."

"Fine. A thousand."

"Big stakes."

"For the jackpot."

"Is there a time limit on this?"

"You decide. Depends on how confident you are about resisting me."

"Okay, fine. No time limit."

She laughed and squeezed his cock. He did nothing to push her hand
away, but there was no response.

"Soon," she murmured huskily, her lips parted. "Soon I'll suck it and
have it in my cunt and in my ass. Just watch."

He grinned and let her fondle him, knowing that nothing would happen.
She abandoned her caresses and turned away.

"See, I'm ahead already," he mocked her gently.

"For now, lover. Just for now. Don't count your chickens just yet!"

He laughed and stepped beside her.

"I'm very thirsty," she said after a bit. "Let's stop somewhere. I'd
like some coconut-water."

"Fine."

They saw a shack ahead, set back from the beach. Anuja pointed to it.

"There's a shack. We'll get something there."

They moved to the shack. Avinash never knew what instinct made him
drop back. She looked over her shoulder once. He waved her on. She
looked at the shack and saw three men in it and, smiling, walked to
it. Avinash dropped into the surrounding shrubs and ducked behind
trees, edging closer to the hut.

Anuja sauntered into the shack. The three men stopped their
conversation and looked at her in silence, their eyes raking her body
up and down. It was getting darker. A lone naked bulb swung on a wire
from the pitched roof.

"Yes?" one of them said. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, beefy man,
dark and swarthy, wearing shorts and a tight T-shirt with horizontal
stripes.

"I'd like something to drink," Anuja said.

The shack had three long wooden tables with rough-hewn benches.
Towards the rear of the shack there was a tall counter with jars of
sweets and biscuits and chocolates. An ancient refrigerator groaned
and clunked in one corner. Behind the counter, a curtain hung over an
opening that evidently led to a room beyond.

The men were seated at the table closest to the beach. The edges of
the shack were lined with waist-high plates of tin. Sturdy wooden
poles propped up the roof. Anuja flicked a glance at the other two
men. They were wearing swimming briefs and nothing else. Their bodies
were hard and lean and muscular, smooth and dark with very little body
hair. They were clean-shaven and had hard faces. Their trunks were
tight and short and their crotches bulged thickly. There was a bottle
of pale liquid with three glasses and a pack of cigarettes on the
table.

Anuja sat down at the centre table. The men looked at her in silence.
Finally, the one in the striped T-shirt spoke.

"The bar's closed."

"A glass of water is all I want. I'd like a coconut, if you have one,
actually." And then she added, softly, looking at them directly, "with
thick cream."

The men looked at her, then at each other.

"I said, the bar's closed," the man in the T-shirt scowled.

"Hey, c'mon, Moses, men. Give the dame a drink," one of the swimmers
said.

The other swimmer sniggered and Anuja saw him wink quickly. Her pulse
quickened. These were rough, tough men. She wondered what they would
do with her body.

The barman, Moses, hesitated, then nodded briefly and levered himself
from the table. He was tall and hefty and Anuja noticed how powerful
his body was despite the bulk, for he walked smoothly and easily with
a light step.

"So whaddya wanna drink?" he growled.

"What have you got?"

"Beer. Whisky. Rum. Gin. Feni."

"A soft drink?"

"No soft drinks."

"Mineral water."

"No mineral water. Tap water."

"Not good," one of the swimmers interrupted.

She looked at him.

"The tap water's not good," he repeated. "Well's bad."

"No coconuts either, I suppose?" Anuja said softly.

"No." The barman crossed his arms.

"Oh well, I'll just have to move along, I guess. Pity." She got up.

"Wait." One of the swimmers spoke. "Have a beer with soda. It's
lighter. Not so bad. Have a drink with us, lady."

Anuja hesitated. The man grinned. He nodded to the barman. "Moses, get
Khajuraho. And two soda."

The barman went to the refrigerator and pulled out the bottles. The
swimmer motioned to Anuja to sit with them. She sat down opposite, on
the bench where the barman had been sitting when she arrived.

"Hi," one of them said.

"Hi."

"My name's Eric. And this is my cousin-bro, Joe."

"I'm Anuja."

"You're alone?" Eric said.

"Yes. I came out of the hotel for a walk."

The men nodded. Moses ferried the bottles and more glasses to the
table. He popped the caps with a rusty opener. Joe half-filled a glass
with beer and added soda and pushed it across to Anuja. Joe filled the
other three glasses. Anuja lifted her glass.

"Cheers," Eric said.

Anuja sipped the drink. Even with the soda, the beer was vile, strong
and sharp. For one who didn't drink, it was unpalatable. But it was
liquid and cool and it quenched her raging thirst.

"Good?" Joe grinned.

"No. Terrible." She made a face.

The men laughed. "Wanna try the feni? Toddy? Home made. Ver' good."

"No thank you."

"C'mon, try it. Moses, get the feni."

"No. Please."

"Then finish the beer."

"Okay."

"Moses, two more."

Anuja sipped her drink. Moses sat down beside her. She could feel the
hard heat of his body, the erotic, slightly musky smell of his flesh.
The men opposite were very sexy, with hard, lean bodies, muscular and
toned, their torsos V-shaped and hairless with broad, cleaved chests
and flat bellies and broad shoulders. They had handsome, rugged,
clean-shaven faces. The men sat in silence, their eyes on her body.
Joe put down his drink and grinned wolfishly.

"You're pretty."

"Thank you."

"Nice tits."

"What?"

"You've got nice tits."

Anuja tensed. The men fell silent. A frisson of excitement and fear
rippled through her. She took the plunge.

"You've got nice bodies, too," she murmured. "At least I like what I
see." She turned to Moses. "You, I can't see enough."

"Wanna see my dick?"

"Is it worth seeing?"

"So they say."

Anuja grinned. "And what about the two of you? Do they say your pricks
are worth seeing, too?"

Eric and Moses chuckled softly. "Yeh. And not jes worth seeing, babe."

"What then?"

"Worth sucking, too, they sez, and taking in a slit and arsole."

"Really."

"Wanna see?" Eric grinned.

"Mm. Yes."

"See. Look."

He rolled his swimming trunks down his thighs. Anuja peered across and
over the table. His uncircumcised cock was genuinely impressive, long
and thick, with heavy balls.

"Nice, heh?"

"Interesting," she admitted.

"Wanna try it out?"

"Maybe."

"Lemme feel your tits," Moses grunted beside her.

Anuja smiled sexily and lifted her arms, clasping her hands behind her
head. Her breasts moved under the sarong. Moses slipped a dark,
thickly muscled arm around her and slid it under her sarong, cupping
and squeezing her breasts.

"Nice. Real nice," he grunted.

Her nipple jumped erect in his fingers. Her lips parted sensually and
she ran her tongue sexily over her upper lip. He squeezed her breast
again and chuckled.

"Show me your tits, babe," Joe grunted.

She bent her head forward so that Moses could reach the sarong knot on
the nape of her neck. He flicked open the loose bow. The sarong
collapsed down her front. Anuja's breasts sprang into view. Joe pulled
his swimming trunks down and showed her his cock. Like Eric's, it was
thick and long. Moses continued kneading her breasts.

"I'm hot," she said suddenly.

"Here, this'll cool you off reel naice," Eric laughed.

He popped open a bottle and, with his thumb over the mouth, shook it
vigourously, then sprayed it across the table. Anuja gasped as the
frothing beer hit her face and breasts, drenching her body and the
sarong. She tried to dodge the spray and the men laughed as she ducked
and weaved. She laughed, too, and, springing up from the table ran
across the shack, her sarong falling off, leaving her completely
naked. The men jumped up after her, Joe and Eric dropping their
swimming briefs, Moses stripping off his T-shirt and shucking down his
shorts. As she pranced around a table, Anuja saw that Moses' cock,
too, was thick and long and he had heavy, low balls. His
barrel-chested torso was matted with hair. His belly was round and
hard. She laughed and dodged Eric and moved to the other side of the
table. The other two moved around on the other side of the table in a
pincer movement. She tried to duck past them, squealing and laughing
but they caught her between them.

"C'mon bitch, let's fuck!" Joe shouted.

Six hands pawed her naked body. They lifted her between them and
shoved her down on her back on the table. Anuja gasped, laughing
brightly, and spread her legs.

"C'mon, guys! Fuck me!" she cried, her body hot with excitement and
lust. "I want your cocks! Take me!"

She turned her face to one side and Joe pushed his cock into her
mouth. She started sucking it hard and it ballooned rapidly in her
mouth. Moses fingered her slit and found her wet.

"Horny slut," he cackled. "Her cunt's thirsty, too!"

"Give her sum beer, jock!" Eric shouted.

Moses grabbed the bottle and shoved it between her thighs. Anuja
gasped as the cold glass and even colder liquid hit her cunt and
clitoris. Moses laughed and pushed the neck of the bottle into her
slit and started masturbating her with it. Anuja gasped, thrashing and
writhing on the table, her hips pumping and jerking up and down in
excitement. It felt wonderful. Eric pushed Joe away and pulled her
head to his crotch.

Now Moses discarded the bottle. He elbowed Eric aside and shoved his
fat cock at her mouth. Anuja groaned in joy and began sucking it
hungrily. Joe moved between her legs and pushed his erect penis
between her thighs. He held her thighs in his hands, then flexed his
buttocks and slid his hips forward. His cock surged into her cunt.
Anuja gasped deep in her cock-filled throat and arched steeply on the
rough wooden table. Her hand flew up and she grabbed Eric's cock and
began masturbating him feverishly.

"Hey, leave off, men!" Joe shouted. "Lemme fuck her proply, men!"

"Fuck you!" Moses bellowed.

"Yeh! She is!"

Anuja restored peace and averted a violent squabble. She stopped
sucking Moses' cock and masturbating Eric.

"C'mon guys ... you can all have me," she said. "Let him finish, okay?
Then you can have your turns."

Moses and Eric seemed mollified by her tone and words. They stepped
back. Anuja smiled at Joe, who had his throbbing, monstrous erection
buried in her slit. He gasped thickly as she squeezed his cock with
her strong cunt muscles.

"Feels good, Joe? Like it?"

"Fuck yes!" he gasped.

"C'mon ... fuck me, Joe ... fuck me hard!" she called.

She lifted and squeezed her breasts erotically, opening her mouth and
arching her tongue over her upper lip. Joe groaned and exhaled
sharply, rapidly, breathing in through his nose, out through his
mouth, struggling for control. His chest heaved.

"Thas better," he muttered. "C'mon ... now tikit, whore!"

He began fucking her rhythmically, rocking his cock in and out of her
cunt, swinging his hips steadily from the waist, flexing and unflexing
his buttocks. He used a strangely sexy metronomic rhythm, hammering in
and out for precisely three strokes, pausing with his cock buried in
her slit, grinding his hips between her thighs to churn her cunt with
his cock, then returning to the rapid thrusts. It felt wonderful.
Anuja gasped and moaned, her body jerking and snapping on the table,
her head flipping from side to side, her neck arched, her face
contorted in delight, her hands squeezing and crushing her swollen
breasts in excitement. Her hips heaved and pumped up and down under
his, matching his beat in perfect syncopation. Joe leaned over her,
holding her waist as he rocked his hips back and forth. His cock
surged in and out of her cunt, sending waves of pleasure rolling
through her body, which jerked with his thrusts.

"Ohh uhhh ohhhhh uhhh Ohh yes!" she gasped. "Oh baby yes ... do it,
Joe! Fuck me! Ohhh yes! That's it ... ohhh that's so good! Yes! C'mon
lover do it! Harder, Joe, harder! Fuck me harder! Ohhhh yeh! That's
it! C'mon! Shove it in, baby! Shove it all in! Ahhhhh yes! There! Oh
fuck yes! That's it! C'mon! Shove it all in, lover uhhhh OHH ma uhhh
yes! Oh fuck yes oh yes Joe uhh Oh uhh ohh uhh ohhh uhh
Joe-uhhh-OHHHHHH yes!"

"Shit, whatta pieceuvass!" Eric swore softly under his breath,
masturbating as he watched his cousin fuck Anuja on the table. "Whatta
fuck!"

Joe began moving faster still, moving his hands up her body to her
breasts, crushing them under his weight as he leaned on them on his
outstretched arms. His powerful shoulders hunched. Still he kept up
the oddly mesmerizing rhythm, one-two-three-pause-grind-one-two-three
... Anuja gasped and moaned, her body pinned to the table, her hips
heaving and writhing under his, her fingers digging into his thickly
sinewed forearms. She wound her legs about his thighs and pulled him
deeper into her.

"C'mon! Faster! Ohhhh uhh yes! That's it! Oh fuck yes Joe yes!" she
called.

He fucked her with grim determination, panting and gasping but saying
nothing, concentrating fiercely on what he was doing to her. His
rhythm altered to a rapid in-out stroke as he hammered his hips back
and forth wildly. Anuja gasped and arched, teetering on the brink of a
wild orgasm. It broke over her like a thunderclap. Her cunt bit down
fiercely hot on his pistoning penis and Joe gasped, arching his head,
his powerful muscles cording and straining and thrust into her hard
once, twice, three, four ... half a dozen times. Each thrust drew a
choking gasp from her and made her body curl on the small of her back.
At last he succumbed. With a shuddering moan, he thrust deep into her
cunt and held fast, his buttocks flexed taut, his hips twitching
violently as he emptied his load copiously into her tight, hot, clonic
cunt. Beneath him, Anuja moaned her joy as she felt the stinging jets
of jizz spurt into her cunt-flesh. Slowly, he slid out of her cunt and
tottered back, gasping.

"Men, she's fab to fuck!" he cried. "Too good, boss!"

He staggered away and took a deep swig of beer, lit a cigarette. Eric
was already elbowing his way between her legs, pushing Moses aside.
Anuja closed her legs.

"Wait. Let me clean up first. And not you. Him. I want him first," she
pointed to Moses. "You wait. Get me that soda bottle."

Eric swore softly, but didn't protest. He got her the soda bottle.

"Give it to him," Anuja told Eric, pointing to Moses. "Now," she
continued as Moses took the bottle and looked at her askance, "shake
it up and spray out my slit."

She lay on her back and, spreading her legs, clawed her cunt-lips
open. Moses chuckled. He shook the soda bottle vigorously with his
thumb capped over the open mouth and then, pushing it into her crotch,
released his thumb. Anuja gasped, arching steeply as the carbonated
water shot into her cunt in a fierce, stinging jet. As a make-shift
douche, it was remarkably effective: Joe's jizz came trickling out.

"Once more!" she said. "Do it again!"

Moses repeated the stunt, then removed the bottle.

"That's better," she murmured. "Okay, now you can fuck me. Want to do
it from behind?"

"Yeah. Thas good."

Anuja smiled and turned around on her forearms and knees on the table.
Her swollen breasts hung pendulous with her gold necklace. She
shuffled her knees apart and pushed her buttocks back towards the
barman.

"C'mon, Moses ... stuff my slit ... shove your cock right up into it,
stud! I want it all!" she called over her shoulder.

She was impossible to resist. The hefty man grunted and stepped up
onto one of the benches by the table and pushed his cock between her
buttocks. Anuja groaned as she felt the searing heat of his cock press
to her wet cunt-lips. He pushed his hips slightly forward and his
cock-head popped into her cunt. She gasped, biting her lower lip, her
eyes fluttering shut, her head rising. Moses held her hips and, with a
loud grunt, thrust his cock deep into her cunt in one long, smooth,
rushing thrust. The breath hissed from her throat as the huge penis
surged into her cunt-channel.

"Oh ma uhhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! C'mon! Do it! Fuck me!
Fuck me, Moses! Fuck me like a whore!"

The barman gasped, tossing his head back, digging his fingers into the
soft flesh of her hips as he pressed his crotch to her rounded
buttocks and buried his throbbing penis in the delightfully warm, hot,
moist sheath of her cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh uhhh ahhhhhh uhhh yeh! Fuck yes, baby yes!" he gasped.

He began fucking her with short, jabbing thrusts, gripping her waist
and rocking her back and forth with his hands as he pumped his hips at
her buttocks. Anuja gasped, her breasts jiggling and wobbling as she
moved.

"C'mon, whore c'mon ... yeh ... oh fuck yeh ... c'mon, slut ... tik my
cock ... ohh uhh yeh ... c'mon, bitch ... tik it all!"

"Ohhhh uhh Ohhhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes, Moses, yes! Ohhh baby yes
that's so good Moses yes! Fuck me, lover ... fuck my cunt ... fuck it
hard ... OHHHHHH uhhhh yeh! That's it ... c'mon ... shove your cock
right in ... ahhhh yeh ... there! That's it! Shove it in all the way,
lover! Ohhhhh uhhh yes!"

The barman's movements grew more jagged and frenzied as he plunged
greedily in and out of her cunt. She realised that he wasn't nearly as
masterful a lover as his predecessor in her orifice, despite his
satisfyingly large cock. She made the best of it, rocking herself back
and forth, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his cock, trying
to guide him. It was futile. He lacked control. Before she could come,
well before her orgasm hit, he thrust wildly into her again and again.
She gasped, squeezing his cock with her cunt in a frantic attempt to
gain her own peak. She succeeded in the nick of time, exploding just
as he came, too, pawing her pendulous breasts, hammering his hips
violently at her buttocks. His cock spewed molten lava in thick,
sticky jets into her slit. Anuja gasped, whimpering, closing her eyes
in pleasure and contracting her cunt tightly on his penis, sucking his
seed into her flesh.

He staggered away and Anuja moaned, swaying and trembling on the
table, her chest heaving, her eyes glassy and dazed. Eric chuckled and
squeezed her buttocks, moving behind her.

"Now me," he said. "My turn now."

"No, wait. Clean me up again. Like before."

Once more she flipped on her back and let herself get douched with
cold soda water.

"Ready?" Eric asked when he had done with the second bottle.

"Yes," she smiled. "But not like this. C'mon, get on that bench on
your back. I'll ride your cock."

Eric grinned and lay down on his back on the bench, his legs spread,
his feet on the floor. His penis was truly wonderful, at least ten
inches long and correspondingly thick. Anuja couldn't help herself.
With a soft moan, kneeling on the rough floor of the shack, she bent
her head over his lap and took his cock in her mouth. Eric groaned
softly and held her head with one hand, moving it up and down over his
lap to suit his pleasure. She murmured softly, sucking and jerking his
cock, working the bulging cock-head cunningly with her tongue. His
hips bucked and writhed under her face.

"Oh yeh ... oh uhhh ... yeh ... thas good, bitch ... yeh ... c'mon ...
suck harder ... oh yeh ... oh fuck yeh thas it!" Eric grunted.

Anuja sucked his balls, jerking his cock, ducking her head under his
upright shaft, her eyes tilted up to his face, glassy with lust. Eric
craned his neck to watch her, gasping and groaning. He pushed her head
away. She moaned and slid up over his body, rubbing her breasts and
nipples over his cock.

Anuja straddled his hips in a deep squat, her feet splayed on the
floor on either side on the bench. Taking his cock in her hand, she
impaled her cunt on it smoothly, engulfing it in her hot flesh with a
loud aaahhhhhh of pleasure. Eric gasped and arched his hips. Her cunt
convulsed frantically on his penis. She arched her head, hissing his
pleasure, grinding her hips round and round in tight, erotic circles,
sliding her hands up her body to her breasts, lifting and squeezing
them in excitement.

"Ohhhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh fuck yes, Eric! That's so good!"

She began moving up and down on his hips, sliding her cunt up and down
the length of his throbbing erection. Her face turned from side to
side, a vision of lust, her eyes hooded, her mouth open as she gasped
erotic obscenities. Her breasts jumped and jiggled and the gold
necklace tossed on her honey skin. Her cunt rose and fell on his long,
thick penis, which appeared and disappeared between her buttocks. Eric
moved in unison with her, heaving his hips up and down rhythmically
under her, gripping her buttocks and squeezing them.

"C'mon ... tik my cock, whore!" he gasped. "C'mon ... tik it! Oh fuck
... oh fuck yes ... c'mon baby ... tik my cock! Ohhh uhhh yeh ... thas
good ... oh fuck yes ... ohhhhhh uhhh yes!"

"Ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhh ahhhh yes Eric yes! Ohhhh fuck yes ... ohhh
uhhhh yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me lover! Fuck me!"

Twisting her body, she reached behind and squeezed his balls. Eric
groaned. He began moving faster, whipping his hips up and down under
her. Anuja gasped and cried out and leaned forward over him, her hands
on his chest, her breasts and necklace pendulous over his body. Eric
squeezed her breasts and, craning his neck, sucked and licked her
nipples, nibbling sharply. Anuja gasped and cried out, her cunt
contracting and convulsing on his pistoning penis. From behind the
other two men could see her cunt rising up and down his cock, her
buttocks opening and closing rhythmically, her puckered anus winking
in temptation. Anuja cried out and arched her body, straightening her
back. She hissed in pleasure as her orgasm neared. Her belly sucked
inward and she pressed a palm to her belly, keeping her cunt-lips wide
open, one fingertip curled in and pressed to her clitoris while she
squeezed and crushed her breasts with the other hand. Her orgasm
loomed and then she exploded, shuddering and moaning, her cunt-juices
flooding over his cock in a steaming rush, her cunt spasming and
convulsing frenetically on his penis. Eric gasped and heaved up into
her, losing control. Anuja moaned, her face creasing in a smile of
pleasure as the man's hot jizz geysered into her slit in a hot,
searing flood.

Their bodies subsided slowly. Anuja slipped off his cock and sank down
on the other bench. The men grinned at her. Her body glistened with
sweat and her face was flushed and radiant.

"Good fuck," Moses said. "Tanks."

"You're most welcome," Anuja grinned. "Want some more?"

"More?" Joe gasped. "Aincha fagged out?"

"We could have another go, if you like. What time is it?"

Eric glanced at his watch. "Almost eight."

"Oh dear." Anuja shook her head. "Sorry guys, that's it for today.
I've must go."

"Why?"

She laughed. "My husband'll be waiting for me."

"Your husband? You're married?" Moses looked incredulous.

Anuja laughed at his expression. "What's the matter, Moses? Married
women don't fuck?"

"Not like this, they don'!"

Anuja laughed again. "Actually, we're on our honeymoon."

"What?" It was Joe's turn to look astonished.

She grinned. "Yes. We are. Truly."

"An' you're fuckin' aroun' on your honeymoon?" Eric sounded strangled.

"That's what honeymoons are for, you know," she said.

"No' wi' others!"

"Of course with others. That's my idea of a honeymoon, anyway. Tell
you what, guys. Say I come back tomorrow. We can fuck again then. How
about it?"

The men looked at her in stunned silence. She grinned impishly.

"Tomorrow, we'll do it differently. You can fuck my ass."

Joe sucked in his breath sharply.

"Actually, no, wait. You can fuck my ass, all of you, and we'll do a
casata."

"Whassat?"

"A three in one? All three of your together? In my cunt, mouth and
ass?"

"Mother of god," Moses breathed.

"Fine. That's fixed then," Anuja said, getting to her feet. "Joe, get
my sarong, would you? Thanks." She began knotting the sarong around
herself. "Moses," she smiled. "I'll have that soft drink now."

Moses laughed, and the tension eased. "Sure thing, lady," he said,
going to the refrigerator. "Coke okay with you?"

"Thums Up, if you have it. Taste the thunder."

Eric and Joe laughed, their eyes dancing. "You said it, babe! You said
it!" Eric cackled. "Tays' the thunder! Thas good!"

Anuja drank the cola straight from the bottle, finishing it quickly.
She set the bottle on the table and turned. The men stood around her.
She kissed them all in turn, quickly and gently, full on the lips.
They pawed her body. She squeezed their naked cocks affectionately.
They had fucked her quite well. They would do even better tomorrow.

"Thanks guys," she murmured. "I'll be back tomorrow. Same time."

"Yeah. Same time."

"And Moses ... get me some coconuts tomorrow. Thick cream."

The men laughed. "What you say, lady," Moses grinned. "What you say!"

She stepped out of the shack and down the path. Pausing once, she
looked back and saw them standing naked, looking after her in silence.
Her teeth flashed in the darkness and she waved. They lifted their
hands. Their faces still bore stunned, incredulous expressions. Anuja
turned and let the darkness embrace her.

"Was it good?" she murmured. "Good shots?"

Beside her, Avinash, padding silently over the sandy path chuckled
softly. "It was fabulous. Incredible stuff. Thank you. I enjoyed
that."

"So did I."

"Great timing, too."

"Meaning what?"

"I was about running out of film and tape when you stopped. If you'd
gone three on one, I'd have missed it."

She laughed softly. "Don't worry, husband. There's always tomorrow.
There's always another day, and another man to fuck."

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