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Archive name: India15.txt
Authors name: Mary Jorsay Gandmar (written as F.L. Byrste)
Story Title : The Vendor of Coconuts

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-- The Vendor of Coconuts --
by -- F. L. Byrste <flbyrste@thevortex.com> --
-- Story also on-line at :
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The man's smooth body glistened with sweat. His chest was wide and
deep, his dark torso hard and hairless. He closed his eyes and groaned
loudly, his hips grinding down hard as though he intended to drive his
entire being into the beautiful flesh of the woman who lay gasping
beneath him.

Harsha's stunningly beautiful face was turned to one side, her lovely
eyes closed and her lips parted in passion. Her breasts were swollen
and hard, her nipples erect. The lust-heat was overpowering. Her body
flamed with lust.

The soft, well-sprung bed on which they lay bounced and bucked with
her lover's heavy, insistent rhythm. The man's penis was big, about
nine-and-a-half inches long, over two inches around with a bulging,
gorged cock-head and heavy balls. They swung at her cunt-lips and
buttocks and thighs as he moved faster and faster, gasping and
grunting like a rutting dog. His penis glistened with their juices.
His cock distended her cunt-lips wide open, and raked her inflamed
clitoris as it rasped and squelched into her cunt again and again. He
skewered her deeply, running his cock-sword into her cunt-sheath
repeatedly with a wicked roll of his taut hips. She moaned and gasped,
her body jerking and snapping back and forth on the bed, her breasts
jiggling with his thrusts. She squeezed them and moaned thickly.

"OHHHHh uhhhh OHHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHHHH uhhh OH ma uhhhh ahhhhh uhhhhh
yes-uhh-yes-uhhh-AHHHHH-uhhh-ohma-uhhh-yes-yes-yes-yes-Yes!" Harsha
cried rapturously, her body heaving and writhing and lurching. 

Sweat streamed off her body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape
of her neck. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, her feet high
against his strong back. Her hips pumped and heaved faster and faster
under him as he stroked furiously in and out of her body, ram-fucking
her without care, thundering in and out of her flesh with his huge
battering ram. She dug her fingers fiercely into his thick arms and
shoulders, her long neck arched. Tendons popped in her neck. Her face
was hot and flushed, stunningly lovely. Her lover's penis appeared and
disappeared from and into her cunt. His buttocks rose and fell,
pumping faster and faster. With a loud cry, Harsha orgasmed.

"OHHHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHH uhhh OH OH OH OH uhhh AHHHHHHH uhhhh yes uhhhhh
AHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her body tensing and arching, her cunt biting
down fiercely on his cock as she rocked and shuddered in violent
ecstasy.

"AAAARRHHHHHH uhhhhh AHHHHHHH uhhh yes uhhhh yes uhh yes! Yes Ohhh
take it ... take it! C'mon, whore, take! Unhh UHHhh yes," the man
gasped.

He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face
contorted in a rictus of lust. He rammed into her cunt again and again
and again, jerking his hips savagely from side to side, thrusting into
her from all angles. Each thrust made her cry out and drove the breath
from her with a whooshing gasp and made her back camber steeply, her
cunt slamming up to his groin. Once, twice, three, four, five times he
plunged into her cunt. At last, he slammed furiously into her and held
still, moaning loudly. Harsha gasped and felt his cock throb inside
her, searing hot. It jerked and quivered and she moaned when she felt
the heat of his gunk spewing out. She moaned softly as the thick,
white-hot shots of jizz sizzled sharply into her slit.

Spent, the man sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue
slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly
caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips contouring
his fine physique. Her breasts pressed hot against his chest. His cock
began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped out of her cunt and
rolled over onto his back beside her. She wondered if he had the
stamina to fuck her over again. She felt good. It was great sex,
satisfying hard and demanding. Her body still tingled, and there was
the deliciously sticky crawl of his spunk on her thighs, streaks of it
on her breasts and her lips from the time when he had fucked her mouth
and breasts.

She turned to him, rising on an elbow. The man thought she was one of
the loveliest creatures he had ever seen. He cupped the side of her
face. She kissed his palm tenderly, and then bent to kiss him on the
mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. His hand
slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell of her breast and
cupped the warm flesh. Her nipples were still stiff. He smiled to
himself. He would enjoy fucking her again. 

"C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my cock some, bitch."

Harsha giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining. She bent her head and
lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples. He sighed in pleasure.
Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled through his
navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread his legs wide
and pulled her head into his groin. She licked and sucked his heavy
balls delicately and then slowly took his cock in her mouth again. The
man murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes in surrender. She was an
incredibly sexy piece of ass and randy as bitch in heat.

That was obvious from the minute he saw her earlier that morning. He
was a coconut vendor and he wandered the beaches north of the city
with a heavy basket of fruit on his head. In the clammy weather of
Bombay, customers for the cool, refreshing milk of his coconuts were
usually plentiful. That day, for some reason, he hadn't sold a thing.
He kept moving north, from one beach to the next and each was more
deserted than the last. He plodded down the tarmac road that ran by
the shore. The May sun was fierce, and soon he was dripping with
perspiration. The tar sizzled and shimmered and squelched under his
thick leather sandals. The road was deserted with large bungalows set
well back, fronting the sea. 

He noticed a narrow lane that led off the main road towards the sea.
An unlocked gate swung open across the driveway that swept around a
huge house on the beach. He stepped through the gate and walked down
the drive. Evidently, the house belonged to a millionaire. It was a
huge, rambling structure, with white adobe walls. It sprawled across
multiple levels with broad sundecks at each. A lush garden swept from
the house down to the beach which was enclosed on one side by a
natural outcrop of rock and on the other by a high masonry wall. The
garden was deserted and the house was quiet. A flashy imported red
sports car stood by the front door. He was about to walk across the
lawn to the beach, when he saw a figure emerging from the waves. He
squinted through the shimmering haze.

It was a young woman. The man sucked in his breath sharply when he saw
her. He slid back behind some fronds and tucked his basket load behind
the luxuriant bushes. He snuggled into the shrubbery and peered onto
the beach. 

She was sensational. She was dressed in a skimpy two piece swim-suit.
The brassiere was minuscule, thin threads over her shoulders and
across her back. In front, they swept over the swell of her superb
breasts and flared into Band-Aid sized strips over her nipples. Her
bikini panties were outrageous, little more than a G-string. Twin
strings circled her hips and supported a narrow strip that dipped
between her thighs. She wore it very low, well below her navel, just
above her pubis. It barely covered her crotch.

She waded out of the water and crossed the beach towards a large,
brightly coloured beach umbrella. The sun glittered on her wet body.
There was a table and a long deck chair with an adjustable back. She
picked up a towel and mopped her face and body. She turned around and
he saw that her bikini panties had no back, the strip of cloth became
a thin strand that ran between her naked buttocks. As he watched, the
girl shook her head, her hands lifting to uncoil her dark hair from
the nape of her neck. It tumbled to her waist.

She dropped the towel on the circular table by the umbrella and turned
around again. The coconut vendor gaped. She was absolutely stunning.
Of medium height, with a fair, completely flawless complexion, she had
a high-cheekboned, oval face with an exquisite jaw and a fine,
straight nose. Her eyes were lovely, shaped like almonds and rimmed
with kohl. Her mouth was sexy and she had perfect, even teeth. Her
neck was long and elegant, and led smoothly to full, firm, high
breasts that were like succulent fruit and formed a deep and inviting
cleavage. She wore a thin gold chain around her neck. Her belly was
flat and firm, the legs lovely and shapely with no saddlebags or
lovehandles. Her hips flared, and her waist was narrow, the arms and
legs smoothly turned, the ankles and wrists slim, the feet and hands
long and elegant. The coconut vendor gaped. She was the loveliest
creature he had seen, just like a film star. His penis swelled in his
lungi, his wraparound loincloth, and he f!  elt a stiff clamp in his
belly and balls. He ached to fuck her.

A large tote bag lay by the chair under the umbrella. She bent to
unzip it and her breasts swung forward. She pulled out a hairbrush and
ran it through her hair, then coiled it high on her head. As she
lifted her arms, her breasts rose in her brassiere. She shrugged it
off. Her breasts were large and heavy, with long nipples. She massaged
them absently, then pulled down her panties. The man gaped at the
neatly trimmed dark delta framing her cunt.

She bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely breasts swung
free. She straightened with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She
flipped up the spout of the bottle and poured out lotion into her hand
and began to smear her body with it. He watched her rub cream into her
breasts, squeezing and fondling them sensuously. She took more cream
and massaged into her belly and buttocks and legs, even the insides of
her thighs. 

Her body glistening, she lay down on the chair and put on a pair of
dark shades. From where he stood, the coconut vendor had an
unobstructed view. 

"Harsha!" A man's voice called from the house behind him.

The coconut vendor turned his head and saw a handsome young man
trotting down the path to the beach. He was clad only in a pair of
swimming trunks. The coconut vendor noticed his superb physique, the
sculpted musculature. He jogged down to the beach.

"Well, hello, lover boy," she smiled, turning her face and holding out
her hand.

"Hey. Good swim?"

"Lovely. Want to fuck?"

"Horny again?"

"For you, stud, always," she laughed.

The man laughed. "We're out of beer. I'll just run down and get some."

"Not dressed like that, you won't."

"What? Oh, yeah. I'll put something on."

"You'd better. And I want you buttoned to the neck. Don't want any of
those randy village girls raping you for that gorgeous bod of yours."

The man chuckled. "I'm all yours, babe, all yours. Worry not."

"Don't be long."

"Can't help it. That's how God made me."

She laughed. "Oh, shut up, idiot!"

He grinned. "Half an hour. Fuck you then. Nice and hard. Work up a
sweat."

She sighed in mock despair. "Well, I guess I'll just have to sit it
out. Push off."

He grinned and bent to kiss her, squeezing her breast gently. She
fondled his penis through his swimming trunks. The youth ran back up
the path. A few minutes later he came out and jumped into the
convertible and gunned the engine. It boomed its power and the car
roared out of the drive. Silence descended again.

The coconut vendor turned back to the girl on the beach. His
excitement was mounting. The girl was unattended, easy prey. He
grinned wolfishly. He waited for a minute to make sure her lover
wasn't returning.

Beneath the umbrella, Harsha closed her eyes and slipped into an
erotic daydream. She was enjoying this long weekend at Jayant's
fabulous beach house. He was her boss, her lover, her pimp, her master
in all things. As an employee of his global corporate behemoth, Hedon
& Venery, she whored for him. The pay was incredible, the sex even
better. She performed on stage, on film, for magazines, and also
served as a regular whore for clients at the company's discreet
bordello in the luxury five-star deluxe downtown hotel, the Apistia.
In between, she had her own lovers. Her marriage didn't impede her in
the least. After all, her husband, Kishore, was number two at Hedon &
Venery, himself an incredible lovemate with innumerable women
constantly at his beck and call. Her husband was a gigolo. He served
the female clientele as she did the male and he, too, performed live,
for film and posed for magazines. Jayant's world was filled with
people like them, men and women who not only enjoy!  ed sex, but
craved it. For them, nothing was forbidden, so long as it culminated
in sex. Harsha couldn't imagine a life without her sexual work. 

She had just finished filming a particularly strenuous pornographic
movie for Hedon & Venery's film division, Penetralia. They had shot
continuously over three weeks on different locations. She had the lead
role. Penetralia films were extraordinarily well-produced, with high
production values and intricately plotted scripts. The sex was
incessant, virtually non-stop. She had been fucked and fucked and
fucked, in a bewildering variety of ways, by more men and women than
she could remember. They had shot several orgies. In one, she had been
fucked by half a dozen guys, three of them fucking in her mouth and
ass and cunt simultaneously. The film was a scorcher. 

Then she had been booked for three nights in a row for a live
sex-show. The men had been huge and demanding, and they had fucked her
each night, before a packed house, for well over two hours. In
addition, she had dispensed the mandatory favours to the film crew and
stage hands, letting the sweaty young men have their way with her.

The sex was exhilarating, as always. She hadn't asked for a break and
was quite willing to resume her regular duties as an in-house whore at
the Apistia. Santosh, the manager, nicknamed Santa for his bountiful
gifts to his clients, wouldn't hear of it. He insisted she take four
days off. She protested, but he was adamant. Finally, the matter was
referred to Jayant, who, as always, deferred to his Manager's
discretion. Besides, Jayant was fucking her when they spoke about it,
and she couldn't have refused if he'd asked her to jump off a cliff.
He gave her the keys to the beach house and said that her lover for
the weekend would drive her across. 

She was delighted to find that Jayant had chosen Nikunj. He was
married to Saru, another Hedon & Venery slut. He was Harsha's first
cousin. They had been lovers for a long time. The incestuous nature of
their relationship didn't bother them in the least. The people at
Hedon & Venery recognised no taboo and incest was not uncommon.

Harsha was very fond of Nikunj. He was an exceptionally competent
lover. He was younger than she, though that didn't bother either of
them. He regularly slept with women older than he was and her work as
a whore often involved giving callow youths their first taste of sex.
They had become lovers shortly after Kishore fled the city, after he
and Harsha had first become lovers. Actually, she had stumbled upon
Nikunj and Saru, Harsha's neighbour at the time, while they were
fucking one hot summer afternoon. She had watched them from behind a
door, entranced and excited. The memory was still warm and vivid and
she smiled to herself.

Saru lay on her back on the cool stone floor, her dusky body heaving
and writhing, glistening with sweat. Nikunj was bent over her, between
her splayed knees, on his outstretched arms and knees, his head bent,
his hips swinging powerfully. Harsha was surprised at the measured
cadence of his strokes. He was in full control of himself, and
evidently not without some previous sexual experience. She watched
with rising excitement as Nikunj fucked Saru unhurriedly. His buttocks
bobbed, flexing and unflexing rhythmically, his hips moving steadily.
Saru moaned and gasped, and he bit his lower lip, frowning with
tension, breathing heavily through flared nostrils. Saru's head
whipped from side to side and she clenched his buttocks and lifted her
legs even higher.


Now Harsha could see Nikunj's penis as it appeared and disappeared
into Saru's cunt, and she was thrilled at its size. So, apparently,
was Saru. She moaned and whimpered, squeezing her big, swollen breasts
erotically, calling obscenely to her lover to fuck her harder, to
shove it all in, to give her his cock. After several minutes, Nikunj
slid out of her and flipped her over onto her front, on all fours
before him. 

Harsha stared at his cock with mounting lust. She bit her lip as she
watched him squeeze it into Saru's cunt again and begin to fuck her
rapidly, holding her hips and jerking her body swiftly back and forth
in time to his own thrusts. Saru's cries rent the air, loud and lewd
and now Nikunj was gasping, his handsome head flung back, his hips
swinging violently back and forth, his balls slapping against her
buttocks. His penis glistened and gleamed as it pistoned in and out of
her cunt, going faster and faster till he was ram-fucking her
masterfully. Beneath him, Saru gasped and cried out, her face
contorting and twisting with joy. Her heavy breasts swung and jiggled
and she crushed them feverishly as he pounded untiringly in and out of
her cunt. Faster and faster he went, ramming and reaming into her and
she came violently, gasping and crying out. He kept moving strongly
and then jerked out of her and spun her on her back and, shaking his
cock rapidly, orgasmed, spraying her bo!  dy with a heavy shower of
jizz. It spewed from his cock-head and settled like ticker-tape on her
thighs and belly and breasts, even spattering her face. Harsha watched
Saru moan happily and begin to scoop his gunk on her finger and
swallow it. There and then, Harsha decided that she wanted Nikunj as
her lover.

He was a good-looking young man, six feet tall, with broad shoulders
and a superb body. He had a narrow waist, a sharply tapering V-shaped
torso with high, lean hips and taut buttocks. His arms and legs were
long and strong with thick muscle, not an ounce of fat on him
anywhere. His belly was hard and flat as a washboard, his chest deep
and muscular, well- cleaved, criss-crossed by thick veins. His torso
was completely hairless and he was wont to shave even his armpits,
making him, to her mind, even more sexy. His back was strong and
supple, curving deeply to the spine. His neck was thick with strength.
His face was aquiline, handsome in the classical mould. He had a
strong, slightly hooked nose, deep set eyes, a clear brow, and his
hair was short and curly and swept back. His jaw was hard and lean and
square, with a sexy cleft in his strong chin. The face was
clean-shaven, the teeth strong and even, the mouth wide and slim,
almost cruel. Already well-muscled, his body had dev!  eloped further
over time, with hard exercise. Today, he was one of the most popular
studs on call at the bordello, a regular in their porn flicks.

Seducing him had been effortless, for he, too, harboured wild
fantasies about her. Less than a week after she saw him with Saru,
Harsha and he were in bed, gasping and groaning with joy. His cock was
thick and long, with heavy balls. Even at the time, well before his
induction into Hedon & Venery, he had realised the advantages of
keeping his cock-shaft and balls shaved clean, so that they were
smooth-skinned and sensitive to the slightest caress. Of course, now
he did it because it also made for greater visual impact on film,
especially in the glistening close-ups that were de rigeur in each
epic. 

The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex stirred her
libido. Her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the sea plucked at
them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley
between her breasts. Harsha's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her hands
up over her thighs and firm belly to her breasts. She fondled them,
and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to quicken. 

She squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the hard
nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pincered her nipples,
kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit her lower lip
as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through her loins and
breasts. Her legs split apart and she felt the first, delicious
dewdrop of cunt-juice ooze between her thighs. The coconut vendor
gasped softly as he realised what she was doing.

Harsha slid a finger down her crack, parting her cunt-lips gently with
one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved into her
cunt. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight, and slid her
finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist heat of her cunt
and the hard tongue of her clitoris. She began to masturbate slowly.

Behind her, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes were
riveted on her body. His cock glistened with precum gunk as he stroked
its enormity and his cock and fingers soon grew sticky with pale
jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His penis was rock-hard and hot,
throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist.

On the deck-chair, Harsha's hips lurched at her wrist. Her shoulders
were hunched, her head flung back, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. She
mauled her breasts with mounting excitement, pumping the other hand
between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down. Without pausing in her
masturbation, she groped in her tote with her other hand and pulled
out something. The coconut vendor squinted, trying to make out what it
was. She pulled it free of the bag and he gasped when he saw that it
was a fake lavda, a dildo. What he didn't know was that it was a
vibrator as well, one of the latest creations of Hedon & Venery's
sexual toys manufacturing division, Baubons Unlimited. It was ten
inches in length, with a two inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the
colour of a black man's penis. The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and
pitted, criss-crossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs and
spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It had a
thick cock-head and a strap around!  its base.

Harsha looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It
hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a real
cock. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering what she
was up to. Moaning to herself, Harsha kissed the ersatz cock-head, and
licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of balls at the base and
she sucked these, relishing the feel of the uneven surface on her
tongue and between her lips. She caressed her face with the dildo,
rubbing it sensuously across her lips and cheeks, sucking and nibbling
the cock-head. She slid the dildo over her breasts, rubbing it over
her nipples, shivering in delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down
her belly, caressing the insides of her thighs and her cunt-lips.

She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and hooked
over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair with her
shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, both hands holding
the shaft. Slowly, she forced the cock-head into her cunt, and gasped
loudly as the big cock-head stretched her cunt-lips open and bit into
her flesh. Her back arched, her breath hissed between clenched teeth
and her body tensed. She forced it deeper still, jerking it slowly
from side to side, moaning and gasping, her head arching back. She
licked her parched lips, murmuring in pleasure. 

Her cunt flamed with lust. Her thighs trembled with tension. Slowly,
they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she pressed the
vibrator deeper into her cunt. It felt good, big and hard and thick,
filling her cunt to the brim, the spikes and hard knobs scraping and
pressing on her gorged clitoris as she slid it in deeper. Inch by
inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at last it was fully
embedded in her cunt. Harsha moaned loudly. Behind the bushes, the
young man gaped, stunned. He had never even imagined anything like
this.

Harsha began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth, driving
the big dildo in and out of her cunt. Now her hips jerked and heaved
with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped loudly with
pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her cunt-juices. Faster and
faster she went, her hand moving the vibrator-dildo feverishly back
and forth.

She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing came
alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then faster and
faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an ingenious
simulation of a real penis. It had been extensively field tested, and
the reports had been rapturous, to say the least. The activated
electric current ran through its in-built filaments, heating the water
inside it till it was bubbling and steaming. The fluid pumped through
the minute canals in the shaft, making it throb. Harsha went wild. She
masturbated wildly, her hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear. 

"OHHHHHh .... uhhh .... OHHhhhhh .... uhhh ... OHHHHHH!" she cried.

She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching
steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously and twisting this way and that
in her cunt. At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she punched the
button again. The machine in her cunt ballooned to monstrous
proportions inside her cunt, buzzed and vibrated violently, twitched
rapidly back and forth several times, and then, with a deep hiss, spat
sharp jets of heated water deep into her slit. On and on it went,
ejaculating like a real cock, and with each cum-shot, she arched and
moaned, her clawed fingers keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh
till it was spent and drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly
out of her cunt and tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and
sweating, her loins tingling with lust. She caressed her cunt and
breasts dreamily, her chest heaving.

The man couldn't stand it any more. Grabbing his basket of coconuts,
his cock tucked back into his loincloth, he walked rapidly down the
beach towards her. The soft sand and the crash of the waves muffled
his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he was standing beside her.
Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard, her naked body
glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still nut-hard. Her hands were
over her breasts, gently caressing them. For a minute, the man stood
there, looking at her greedily.

She sensed someone by her and, thinking it to be Nikunj, smiled
prettily. She squeezed her breasts in provocation and ran her tongue
lasciviously across her upper lip.

"C'mon lover, come and fuck me," she murmured.

Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily for
where she thought she would find her lover's penis. Her fingers fell
on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she gasped, her eyes
snapping open. 

"Who ... what?" she gasped in shock.

"*Narielpaniwallah*," he said with a grin. "Coconut vendor. Want
some?"

Her hand was still on his cock. She flipped her sunglasses onto her
head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped. 

The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her. The shock ebbed. A
sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she
realised that he had probably watched her masturbating. Looking him up
and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was very dark,
obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his body was good.
His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest was nicely curved
and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the torso smooth and
hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet around his neck. His
lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she noticed that his legs, like
his arms, were strong and thick. He had a rounded face, with a thin
mustache, good teeth, a thick nose and fleshy lips. His hair was short
and curly, cropped close, the eyes small and piercing, glittering with
lustfire. His hips were small, the buttocks taut and firm, well
rounded. The cock beneath her fingers felt good and hard and big. She
squeezed it gently and smiled.

"Yes," she murmured. "Yes. I want some. Thin cream or thick?"

"The coconuts have thin cream," he answered smoothly.

She smiled again in approval. Evidently, he had a sense of humour.

"Fine, give me one," she murmured lying back, releasing his cock.


The man bent and lowered his basket of fruit beside her, acutely aware
of the proximity of her breasts and naked loins. She shifted slightly,
moving her legs wider apart. For a moment, he froze, bent over, his
back to her face, his buttocks thrust out, his head up, his eyes
locked on the sight of the neat little triangle of silken dark pubic
hair, the wink of her cunt-lips as they unfurled. She slid her hand up
the backs of his thighs under his lungi and over his naked buttock. He
tensed.

"Hurry up," she murmured. "I'm very thirsty."

He selected a coconut and straightened, her fingers cool and gentle on
his buttock. He tried not to squirm as he rapped the fruit it expertly
with his knuckle, tossing it round and round in his palm. Satisfied,
he picked up his long machete and, deftly sliced the skin off the
coconut head, then hammered it open. It was brimming with cool, sweet
liquid. He dunked a plastic straw into it and handed it to her. 

Harsha flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and
tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and refreshing. It
dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man watched as it rivered
between her breasts. She drained it and gave it back to him.

"Scoop the cream for me," she murmured.

He plunged his knife into the soft flesh and with a few rapid circular
strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and handed it back
to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked out a long, slimy,
slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face back, she parted her
lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft. Her tongue slipped out and
flicked at the dangling tail of the coconut, coiled around it, slowly
drew it in, sucking and finally chewing on it. It was an incredibly
erotic performance. She plucked at another piece and quite
deliberately let it fall on her breast. There was no more in the
coconut and she tossed it back into his basket. The man remained where
he was, watching her. She took the strand of coconut flesh on her
chest in two fingers and drew it in a wet, slippery line over one
breast till it covered her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips
parted in excitement. She squeezed his buttock gently and slid a
finger into the cleft. The man's hips twitc!  hed. She slid a hand
lower, between his legs and her fingers found his naked cock beneath
his loincloth. The man gasped softly.

"Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured.

He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Harsha
smiled. His penis was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure,
circumcised. She knew from experience that they tended to last longer.
He was probably a Muslim. Not yet fully erect, it was seven inches
long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly in her fist. She
looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer and she turned her face
to his crotch. She began to masturbate him. Soon, his cock was
rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His balls were big and heavy. She
cupped them gently, teasing and tickling them. His pubic hair was
thick and springy. With a quick flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor
untied his lungi and flung it clear. He heard her moan softly and he
chuckled and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he
was even better looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly
muscled. 

Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his cock thrusting out at her
face. He stretched an arm and cupped her breast in his hand. She
shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her breast grow
heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple stiffened at
his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He dragged the coconut
meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and she shivered in
delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he drew it over her other
breast and began to rub her nipple with it. She gasped softly, her
rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She released his cock and lifted
her breasts, squeezing them tightly together. Grinning with
excitement, the man bent over and made her gasp by clamping his lips
firmly around her free nipple, sucking on it with a steadily
increasing pressure, nibbling gently. He moved to the other breast,
and began to gnaw the coconut meat, sucking it half into his mouth and
moving it round and round her nipple. His tongue and te!  eth and lips
were all over her breast and nipple. She gasped softly and arched, her
fingers entwining in his hair, her back bending to feed more of his
breast into his hot mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick
and wet and hot, flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted
suddenly as she craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his
nipple, her teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand
returned to his cock.

"I want to such your cock," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over his
nipple.

As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body, the
coconut vendor straightened and thrust his cock at her mouth again.
With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his
other hand still kneading her hard breast. Holding his cock, she
parted her lips and slipped her tongue out and swirled it gently round
his cock-head, savouring the musky tang of his cock-meat. His breath
hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. He bent his
head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink
tongue flickering like a serpent's on his cock-head. Her tongue moved
with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. At
last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his
cock-head. The man gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was
incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.

She sucked his penis greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face
distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue
did magical things to his cock-head. The man gasped and grunted and
began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and
rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her breasts
feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with
excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his
callused palms.

Soon, his cock and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum
gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She paused,
gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his cock. He
jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his cock again. Her
mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. His
cock throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He flung his head back as he
fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his buttocks
flexing and unflexing.

"Yes .... uhhhhh ... yes ... suck ... suck it! Suck harder .. yes ...
yes ... suck it harder ... uuhhhhhh oh god .... Suck harder, you whore
bitch .... uhhhhh Ohhhhh uhhhh OHHH!" he called obscenely, his penis
sliding in and out of her mouth.

His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and
kneel before him, so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder.
Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling
before her anonymous lover and taking his penis deep in her mouth,
holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Harsha's head rocked
rapidly back and forth between his legs. His hips pumped and writhed,
and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he
resisted the urge to explode and come in her mouth. He had to take her
now, thrust his cock into her cunt and possess her. He could not be
denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She,
too, wanted to be taken like slut, fucked like a bitch in heat.

She turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs
wide, her buttocks thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She
thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping cunt-lips open
for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement.

"Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Harsha muttered thickly.

The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her
breasts and the gold chain around her neck dangled and swung and the
bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair
framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his cock
in his hand. It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins
pulsed angrily along its length. The coconut vendor moaned at the
sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed cunt open. He shuffled
forward and pressing his penis to her slit. His cock-head seared at
the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward,
lifting her buttocks steeply. 

"C'mon ... c'mon, you motherfucker ... hurry ... fuck me, baby ...
fuck my slit ... fuck me hard ... c'mon, you sonofabitch! Do it!"
Harsha gasped, frantic for his cock. "C'mon ... c'mon you fucking pimp
... fuck me! Fuck my slit, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!" 

The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong
thumbs lobing her buttocks outward, he slammed his hips forward with a
loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth
jerking open. Her cunt was hot and steaming, tight as a vice, and it
swallowed his cock in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, spasming
uncontrollably, greedily.

"OHHHHHHHhh .... uhhh .... OHHHHh uhhh yes!" he went.

His cock was fiery hot, burning and throbbing fiercely inside her
cunt. Harsha's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O'
of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her
cunt. Her breasts were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid with
excitement. His penis was fantastic, hot and big and hard and thick,
filling her cunt. She squeezed her cunt on it greedily, dizzy with
lust.

He slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous breasts.
He squeezed them hard. She moaned. Her back was superb, beautifully
arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips flared. Her back
curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long hollow of her spine. The
gold chain glistened around her neck. He held her breasts, moved out
and slammed in hard again with a shuddering moan. She cried out. Her
throat was raw and the breath hissed from her parted lips. She began
to jerk and move under him, moaning obscenely, panting and gasping.
Her buttocks swung and writhed ecstatically against his loins,
grinding round and round. She rocked back and forth with rising
urgency, lurching forward on her forearms, then forcing her butt back
hard to his groin, impaling her cunt on his massive dick. The man
gasped, straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her
cunt slid up and down the length of his cock. He gasped loudly, his
head bent, watching transfixed as her!  cunt gobbled his cock, slid
up, then down again.

He caressed her buttocks and, parting them, fingered her anus. She
moaned, moving faster still. Her breasts and the gold chain around her
neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her buttocks slapped against his
strong thighs, his cock emerging as her cunt rose up its length, then
disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again. 

He could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to
swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips
in tight circles, skewering and reaming her cunt from all angles,
probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His hips swinging
and bobbing, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his
mighty, weighty balls slapping at her buttocks, going faster and
faster and faster, pistoning like a triphammer, his cock reaming and
twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster
with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against
her inflamed clitoris, rasping and sawing in and out. The air split
with the sound of their rising voices. 

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhh uhhh ohhhh uhhh yes uhhhh yes uhhhh yes fuck
me ... that's it ... yes ... UHHHHohhhhh uhh OHHhh uhhh yes .... Oh
fuck yes OHHHhh uhhhh OHHHH uhhh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!" she gasped.

"OUHHH uhh OHH uhh ahhhh uhhh yesuhhhhyes-yes-yes uhhh AHHHH uhh
ahhhhh uhhh AHHHHHH!" he grunted in response.

She soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the peak,
crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning and
shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the breath
driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder, faster. He
paused as her cunt convulsed on his submerged penis, and pushed her
down onto her front, her buttocks thrust up high at him, her face on
side on the sand. He shuffled his legs wide and straddled her hips in
a deep squat. Taking a deep breath and holding her by the hips and
buttocks pinned under him, he ram-fucked her savagely and without
warning. Hard and deep and fast he took her, his cock pistoning
furiously in and out of her cunt like a battering ram. His belly
sucked in with the strain and his powerful body corded, the muscles
and tendons popping in his sweating torso. His hips hammered violently
back and forth, his enormous penis ramming and reaming into her flesh.
He gasped loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming!  into her and going
ah-uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-ah. He bent forward over her, his arms outstretched
on either side of hers and went even faster, his thick cock glistening
and gleaming with their commingled juices as he plundered her
frantically convulsing cunt. His penis pounded and sawed in and out of
her cunt, rasping over her gorged clitoris.

"OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly with her eyes
screwed shut in agonised ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide open. 

Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably. Her
voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a bull, his
nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the incredible heat
that seared his loins.

"UNNNNNNGH ohhhhhhh uhhhhh YES uhhhhhhh AHHHHHHH uhhh ahh uhhh OH OH
OH OH uhh!" he gasped.

She came again and again and again and he could hold back no more.
With a deep growl he thrust savagely into her several times and
finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum spumed in a copious flood
into her greedy cunt.

Harsha collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with
excitement. He had been far better than she had dared hope. The
coconut vendor was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding up
her body gently to cup her sandy breasts. She shivered at his touch.
His cock dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat with his legs
folded under him, his chest heaving, gasping and panting. Slowly, she
turned around on her back and smiled up at him. He began to rise when
she stopped him.

"Hey," she said softly, her hand on his cock. "Where are you going?" 

A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew his
mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his mouth.
Her breasts flattened against his chest and her hand was busy between
his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down till her face was
between his legs and he moaned as she took his cock in her mouth and
began to arouse him again. 

They fucked several times. She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck her
cunt. They sixty-nined and then she rolled over and took him between
her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him hungrily, her
hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to another. They stopped
briefly, and went into the house, where she didn't give him time to
admire the gorgeous decor, but took him straight to the bathroom. They
showered and fucked in the bath, and then returned to bed to continue.
And after all that, she still wanted more. She was insatiable,
irresistible, a goddess of lust. 

The man groaned as Harsha bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly
thickening cock between her gorgeous breasts. He moaned softly as her
magical tongue coiled about his cock-head yet again. He could not
resist her. Her lips parted and slid about his cum-sticky cock again,
sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue flicking and
rapping at his cock-head, winding about it, her head bobbing slowly
over his lap, his cock in her fist. 

She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned limb
over his hips, straddling his lap, his cock in her hands. She wanted
him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in a deep
squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid penis, her lovely face
arching back, her hands on his dick as her cunt sank down lower and
lower still, engulfing his cock deep in her hot flesh. Her shoulders
hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure. The man fondled her
clitoris, her nipples. She moaned, her head jerking to one side, and
began to ride him. She bucked heavily on his lap, her hips rising and
falling, going up and down, her hairy cunt sliding up the length of
his dick then crashing back again. 

His penis glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He held
her buttocks, parted them, fingered her anus. She yielded and cried
out sharply as his finger slid into her asshole. 

"OHHHHh uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!" Harsha moaned, "Yes ohma uh yes
ohmaohmaohmaohh yes ... fuck me uhh OH!"

"C'mon whore take it! Take my cock UHHH ohhhhuhhh Ohh uhhh OHH huh OHH
huh OH uhh OH OH OH OH !" he responded.

Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain around her neck tossing,
her fair body glistening with sweat. Her breasts jiggled and bounced,
the nipples painfully erect. His cock was massive, hot and hard,
ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins that rasped against her
inflamed clitoris. She hissed sexily, cupping her heavy breasts and
squeezing them, rolling them under her palms. The man bucked under
her, drawing his knees up and tossing her on his lap. She cried out,
her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight, arching back to fondle and cup his
heavy balls. It was ecstasy, his finger in her anus, now in, now out,
his cock in her cunt, filling her to the brim.

Gasping, she paused and rose off his penis slowly to turn around with
her back to him. He slithered down the bed till his hips were at the
edge, his feet on the floor. She sat across his lap again, her feet on
the floor and, holding his cock in one hand, eased her cunt down on
his dick again. He watched fascinated as she maneuvered it in her
hand, moving it to her cunt- lips, feeding his thick cock-head into
her cunt with elegant fingers and manicured, shapely fingernails, and
moving his penis round and round in her cunt. Then her hot cunt
squeezed and clamped on his penis as she jammed it down hard on his
cock, taking him whole into her flesh. He gripped her hips and bucked
under her, his loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his cock up deep
into her cunt, she cried out, the breath whooshing from her throat,
her long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open. 

"Ohhh ma uhhh OHHHHH unhh yes yes Ohhh ma uhhh yes fuck me! Fuck me
hard!" Harsha cried, bucking and jerking in a frenzy on his enormous
penis.

Harsha rode his cock, her hands on her knees, her belly sucked in, her
breasts jiggling, her eyes on the full-length mirror on the opposite
wall. She was mesmerised by the sight of his gargantuan pole between
her legs emerging and disappearing as her cunt slid up and down its
length. His cock squeezed into her belly. She cupped her bouncing
breasts and squeezed them in excitement as her buttocks rose and fell
faster and faster. 

"Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, motherfucker! Fuck me!"
she cried ecstatically.

"Take it! Take it, whore! Take my prick! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh
fuck yes! Ohhh yes! Take it, slut! Take it!"

Under her, the coconut vendor groaned and gasped, his hips lurching up
and down. She was magnificent, utterly magnificent. She slammed down
on his cock and flexed and unflexed her buttocks rapidly, squeezing
his cock with her cunt. The coconut vendor gasped in joy. Reaching
down, she cupped his balls and swung her hips in tight, erotic circles
over his lap. Her shoulders were hunched, her breasts hot and swollen
and her belly sucked inward as she mashed her cunt-flesh with his
cock, mashing her sodden slit. The man grunted and squeezed her
buttocks open, pressing a thumb to her anus. Harsha shuddered in
pleasure, her head arching, suffused with joy.

Nikunj caught them at it. They were too deeply enmeshed in lustfire to
care. For a second, he stood at the door, watching in stunned surprise
as Harsha bucked and bounced on the stranger's cock. Her body shone
with sweat and her face was a vision of lust, the nostrils flared, the
eyes hooded and glassy. As he watched, she swirled her cunt round and
round on his cock.

"Yes ... ohh fuck yes ... fuck me lover! Fuck my slit!" Nikunj heard
her say.

A delighted grin split his handsome face. The broad was incorrigible.
He left her for an hour and she was fucking a stranger. Drawn into the
vortex of their lust, Nikunj, too, stripped and, within seconds, had
joined them, his cock in her mouth, fucking her face as she bucked and
jigged deliriously on her newest lover's rampant penis.

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