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Encounter Coconut Cream
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Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives
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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>
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COCONUT CREAM
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
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
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 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 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
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
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 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 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 sizzled sharply into her slit.
Spent, the 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 pressed hot against his
chest. His cock began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped
out of her 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
on her thighs, streaks of it on her and her lips
from the time when he had fucked her mouth and breasts.
She turned to him, rising on an elbow. The 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 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 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
his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his cock in
her mouth again. The 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 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 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 woman. The 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 and flared into Band-Aid sized strips over
her nipples. Her bikini 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 had no back, the
strip of cloth became a thin strand that ran between her naked
buttocks. As he watched, the shook her head, her hands
lifting to uncoil her 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 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 felt 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 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 rose in her brassiere. She
shrugged it off. Her were large and heavy, with long
nipples. She massaged them absently, then pulled down her panties.
The gaped at the neatly trimmed dark delta framing her cunt.
She bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely
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
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 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 raping you for that gorgeous bod of
yours."
The 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 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 on the beach. His
excitement was mounting. The 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, and women who not only enjoyed 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 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 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 simultaneously. The film was a scorcher.
Then she had been booked for three nights in a row for a live
sex-show. The 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 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
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 and 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 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 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 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
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 body 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 it.
There and then, Harsha decided that she wanted Nikunj as her
lover.
He was a good-looking 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 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 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 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 developed 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 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 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 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 and the hard tongue of her clitoris. She began to
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 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 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 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, 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 apart and
hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair
with her shoulders hunched, her 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 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 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 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 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 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 and
tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her
loins tingling with lust. She caressed her and
dreamily, her chest heaving.
The 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 stood there, looking at her
greedily.
She sensed someone by her and, thinking it to be Nikunj, smiled
prettily. She squeezed her 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 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 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 bent and lowered his basket of fruit beside her, acutely
aware of the proximity of her 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
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, 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 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 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 twitched. She slid a hand lower, between
his legs and her fingers found his naked cock beneath his
loincloth. The 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 and growing rapidly
in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The shuffled closer
and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to
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 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 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 in his hand.
She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her
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 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 bent over and made her
gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple,
on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently. He
moved to the other breast, and began to gnaw the coconut meat,
it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her
nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her and
nipple. She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his
hair, her back bending to feed more of his into his hot
mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and 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
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 gasped,
his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her
tongue electrifying.
She his penis greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her
face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she harder, and her
tongue did magical things to his cock-head. The 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 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 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 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
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 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 veins pulsed angrily along its length. The
coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her
hair-rimmed 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 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 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 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 on his massive dick. The gasped,
straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her
slid up and down the length of his cock. He gasped loudly, his
head bent, watching transfixed as her gobbled his cock, slid
up, then down again.
He caressed her buttocks and, parting them, fingered her anus. She
moaned, moving faster still. Her and the gold chain around
her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her buttocks slapped
against his strong thighs, his cock emerging as her 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 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 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 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
like a battering ram. His belly 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
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
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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 sank
down lower and lower still, engulfing his cock deep in her hot
flesh. Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure.
The 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
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 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 and squeezing them, rolling them under her
palms. The bucked under her, 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
down on his dick again. He watched fascinated as she
maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her cunt- lips, feeding
his cock-head into her with elegant fingers and
manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his penis round and
round in her cunt. Then her hot 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
penis.
Harsha rode his cock, her hands on her knees, her belly in,
her 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 slid
up and down its length. His cock squeezed into her belly. She
cupped her bouncing 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 hot and swollen and her belly inward
as she mashed her cunt-flesh with his cock, mashing her sodden
slit. The 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 round and round on his cock.
"Yes ... ohh fuck yes ... fuck me lover! Fuck my slit!" Nikunj
heard her say.
A delighted grin 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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