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Copyright 1996-97,

Mary Jorsay Gandmar

<maryjg@finebody.com>

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7

Beach Ball



They are fortunate. Anuja's parents go off for the weekend with

some friends to Lonavla, a hill station south-east of Bombay.

Anuja knows that the house where they will stay has no telephone.

She needs to make no excuse to spend the night out at the beach.

She calls Osmond when she learns of her parents' plans and accepts

his offer. He is delighted.

Anuja has always loved fucking in live sex-shows. It appeals to

the exhibitionist in her. She is not unduly concerned about a

scandal; after all, she regularly does shows for Hedon & Venery.

Jayant is as excited as she. Osmond has offered fifty thousand

rupees in cash, the price they negotiated the previous week.

Jayant himself will be there and promises that if she suspects

anything, they will pull out. He will be her chaperone.

"And," she says, grinning. "My pimp. Ten per cent is yours,

remember?"

He laughs, knowing she will not refuse now. Not that either of

them needs the money -- they have enough of her own -- but he

knows her and knows that being paid for having sex, becoming a

whore is one of her most ardent fantasies. This is a chance to

realise it. As he expects, she agrees and he smiles and bends his

head to kiss her, rocking his cock slowly in and out of her cunt.

Once committed, Anuja thrills in eager anticipation. She is

impatient to get there and Jayant torments her by dawdling, taking

time to fuck her again when they should be leaving. He refuses to

budge till she lets him fuck her and she sighs and turns on her

front, on her forearms and knees and lets him fuck her heavily and

unhurriedly from behind, gripping her hips and thrusting his cock

in and out of her cunt.

Their destination is good two hours away by road. They take the

car with Tony, the family chauffeur, at the wheel with Baban in

front. Anuja and Jayant ride at the back. Tony has been let in on

the secret assignation and worries slightly for her safety. He

insists that they not leave the car on the far side of the creek

and cross by ferry but take the longer route looping round the

north and then heading west. They will need the car if they have

to leave in a hurry, he says. Anuja kisses him gratefully,

promising to spend some time with him when they return.

The entire hotel has been booked for the private party. It is

perfect, quiet and secluded, far removed from the nearest village.

The surrounding roads are deserted, and there are no other houses

nearby. Tony draws the car up the gravel driveway and Baban,

Jayant and Anuja alight, while he parks in a separate lot next to

several swanky cars.

At the front office, Osmond greets them effusively, beaming

hugely.

"Welcome, welcome," he says. "So nice of you to make it.

Everything is perfect," he gushes. "The hotel has never looked

better. Come, come and see. I must introduce you to yours hosts."

He ushers them out of the office and, in the restaurant by the

pool, Anuja and Jayant are introduced to their hosts, a good

looking middle-age man and his attractive wife. Anuja notices that

the man is lithe and well built with a trim, muscular body and

handsome features. His wife is a tall, slender, lissom beauty with

finely chiselled features and a beautifully curved body. She takes

Anuja aside while the man confabulates with Jayant.

Anuja learns that her hostess' name is Seema and her husband,

Vinay, is a millionaire businessman. They are hosting this party

for some important business associates Vinay feels he must

impress. Jayant and Vinay finish their discussion and Osmond

escorts them to a large villa that has been reserved for them. It

is superbly furnished with a big, wide bed, armchairs, sofas,

coffee table, elegant wall hangings, attractive lights. The

bathroom is in black and green granite with gold fittings and

trim. There is even a jacuzzi built in. Anuja dumps her tote bag

on the bed and wanders through the suite. She strolls onto the

wooden sundeck and looks out at the darkening sky, the white tops

of the crashing surf. The wind tugs at her hair and ripples her

light shirt. Before her, the swimming pool glistens and glitters.

There is a round white table under a bright umbrella on the deck

and several matching wrought iron chairs. Jayant watches her with

quiet amusement.

"This is fabulous!" Anuja says. "Jayant, this is what we should

use."

"Cost us an arm and leg."

"Aren't I worth it, though?"

"Mm. I'll have to think about it."

"Bastard."

They laugh. Jayant goes up to her and puts his arm around her. She

leans her head on his shoulder.

"You know what to expect, girl?" he asks gently.

"Not the details, no. Did Vinay tell you?"

"Yes. It's pretty much what we thought."

"So I'm expected to fuck a guy in front of an audience."

"Something like that."

"One of the guys here?"

"No. A stranger. Presumably a gigolo. Anji, you haven't done this

kind of thing before, have you?"

"No. Never. But I've often wanted to. Idiot, if I had, I'd have

told you now, wouldn't I?"

Jayant smiles. "Guess so. I think it should be fun."

"You know, I'm wondering."

"What about?"

"Seema. She's very lovely, very sexy. Why not her?"

Jayant chuckles. "I asked Vinay just that. Seems he's entertaining

some important business guests and wants to do something

different. He says Seema's done this kind of thing before, but

only for friends, never formally. They wanted someone younger,

preferrably a teenager. And Osmond suggested you."

"Did they find me good enough?"

"Very. Vinay wanted to fuck you right away."

Anuja laughs. "Perhaps he'll get the chance."

"Perhaps."

"Where's this to happen, d'you know?"

"Outside. On the beach."

Anuja's eyes dance. "That's sexy. How many people are they

expecting?"

"About two dozen."

"So many!"

Jayant smiles. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do well."

"All men?"

"No. Couples, mostly, Vinay says, and the odd lone wolf. And

there'll probably be an orgy later. Vinay says he and Seem will

both be fornicating. When I told him I was here with Baban and

Tony, he just said not to worry, we could have any woman who was

willing to have us. Apparently, it's going to be free for all

after the show."

"Am I expected to fuck any of the guests?"

"Only if you want to. Of course, they'll pay extra for that. The

fifty grand is only for the performance."

"I see. That's fine, then. Incidentally, who's the guy I'm

supposed to fuck?"

Jayant grinned. "That he wouldn't say. He assured me he's clean,

exceptionally well built and handsome and a very, very skilled

lover."

"How does he know?"

"Seema fucks him all the time."

Anuja laughs. "A local then."

"I think so."

They hear cars rolling up. Jayant kisses her quickly. "The guests

are arriving. Perhaps you should get ready."

"How long do I have?"

"About an hour. Enough time. Someone will call us. What are you

going to wear?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"That bikini. It's guaranteed to give every guy a hard-on right

off."

They turn back into the bedroom. Anuja strips and moves to the

high, wide bed. Lying down, she begins to fondle herself.

"Jay," she says. "Get Tony up here. I want a quick fuck."

"What's wrong with me."

"I want to fuck him, not you."

Jayant grumbles good-naturedly and goes out. He returns a few

minutes later with a grinning Tony.

"Come here, Tony," Anuja says. "Come and fuck me. I'm hot."

The chauffeur strips quickly and moves to the bed. Jayant sighs

and sits in a chair and watches Tony fuck her steadily and

relentlessly for the next half hour. Tony is a strong young man
with a dark, muscular body and clean-shaven, handsome features.

His penis is over eight inches long and more than an inch and a

half thick. He keeps it shorn smoothly to the hilt. His balls are

thick and heavy. Anuja sucks his cock greedily for several minutes

and his penis swells and hardens rapidly, thickening and

lengthening in her mouth, distending her face. He fucks her mouth

slowly, rocking her head back and forth in his hands, pumping his

hips at her face, his head bent to watch her. Pushing her head

away, he bends and thrusts his face into her crotch and licks her

slit, finger-fucking her simultaneously. Anuja moans and writhes

on the bed, her hips at the edge, her legs hanging over, her body

jerking and rocking, her cunt heaving up and down. She squeezes

her breasts erotically, clenches his thick hair and moves his head

round and round in her crotch, moaning obscenely.

At first, Tony fucks her on her back, standing upright at the edge

of the bed, holding her thighs apart in his hands and rocking his

hips smoothly back and forth. Jayant watches them, staring at the

sight of the chauffeur's distended erection grinding rhythmically

in and out his cousin's wet cunt.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes, Tony, yes! Ohh uhh ohhh uhh ohhh

uhh ohhh uhh yes uhh yes oh god yes ... fuck me! Oh fuck me ...

fuck me ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me!" Anuja cries, her body

jerking and rocking back and forth under the chauffeur's demanding

thrusts.

Her breasts bounce and wobble and she squeezes them erotically,

lifting and cupping the swollen mounds, pinching and tweaking her

erect nipples. Her head flips languorously from side to side. The

chauffeur moans thickly.

"C'mon ... take it ... take it, baby ... oh fuck yes ... take my

cock ... ohhh uhh ohhh uhh yeh ... oh yeh ... oh yeh ... that's it

... take it all, bitch, take it!"

He slows and stops and, moaning and panting, Anuja turns on her

front, on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, her legs

sticking out over the side. Tony takes his cock and slowly

squeezes it into her cunt, pushing it in deeper and deeper. Jayant

watches in fascination as the huge cock disappears inexorably

between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Anuja moans and arches

her back, lifting her head. The chauffeur groans and begins to

fuck her smoothly, with long, deep thrusts, holding her hips and

rocking his back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing

rhythmically. His cock saws in and out of her cunt, glistening and

gleaming with their comingled coital juices. Anuja rocks and jerks

to and fro on all fours, her heavy, swollen, pendulous breasts
jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging back and forth.

Faster and faster Tony goes, his thighs slapping softly at her

buttocks as he grinds and rams hungrily into her hot, tight, wet

cunt.

"Oh Tony! Tony! Oh yes! Oh ma yes! Oh god yes uhhh yes uhhh yes oh

yes oh god yes!" she gasps desperately, her voice raw and husky

with lust.

"C'mon take it ... take it whore, take it ... oh fuck yes oh yes

oh yes oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHHH!" he cries.

They orgasm simultaneously, her body stiffening and arching, her

buttocks squirming against his thighs as the pleasure lights her

face. Seconds later, the chauffeur plunges deep into her cunt,

making her moan thickly and, growling in relief, explodes, his

hips twitching at her buttocks as he empties his load.

A few minutes later, Tony leaves and Anuja gets off the bed

unsteadily. Jayant rushes to her and holds her. She is still

panting and gasping, moaning softly.

"You okay?" he asks, brushing her forehead with his lips, stroking

her hair.

"Yes. Fine. A bit tense, that's all."

"You want a drink of water or something."

"No. Not right now. I'll be fine. Come, I should get ready now."

"Yes."

Anuja goes into the bathroom to shower and clean up. Several

minutes later, she steps out naked. Jayant gives her a towel and

kisses her gently. She smiles at him as she towels herself dry and

begins to dress. She has just finished when there is a knock on

the door, summoning her downstairs.

"Jayant, go ahead."

"What for?"

"Just check it out. I don't want to come down and then turn back."

Jayant nods and leaves. Five minutes later, Anuja goes down and

walks through the house and down the wide, curved steps to the

garden and the pool. The house is quiet and deserted. She sees

people on the beach and walks down the paved walkway, lit by low,

calf-height shaded lamps to the beach.

There are nearly thirty people on the beach, some sitting on the

sand, some in deckchairs, chatting, smoking, laughing. All are

casually dressed, some in shorts, others in Bermudas, T-shirts,

swimming wear. Servants in white uniforms flit between them with

trays of canapés and drinks. Anuja sees Jayant, Tony and Baban

standing just inside the curved bower that opens onto the beach

and she smiles at them.

"Wish me luck," she whispers. "Here I go."

"Don't worry, babe, we're here," Jayant says.

"I know. I can't tell you how comforting that is."

"Go." Tony's voice is gentle and concerned.

She smiles at him and steps out onto the beach. The hubbub dies

and face turn to her. Anuja hesitates, a case of last-minute

nerves. Quickly, she controls herself. There is nothing to fear,

and she has done this before. Seema is at one corner and she

smiles gently, in encouragement. Anuja's pulse quickens.

Her step falters, and then she takes a quick breath and steadies

herself. There is nothing to fear, she reasons. She is here to be

fucked and that is something she knows how to do and to do well.

She moves forward, seeing a small, cleared space in front of the

guests and walks to it.

Anuja looks lovely. Her long hair is braided and coiled, held high

behind her head. She wears a short terrycloth robe that just

reaches her knees and is loosely belted. Around her neck, she

wears her long gold necklace. There are rings on her fingers and

small stud glitters in her left nostril. Her eyes are thickly

rimmed with *kajal*. Her feet are bare.

There is silence, only the sound of the wind and the sea. Even the

servants have stopped moving and have stepped back to the rear of

the crowd. Anuja pauses, looking at her audience and then slowly

unbelts her robe. It falls open. Slowly, she pulls the lapels

wider and wider, lower on her shoulders and then, sensuously,

gently, lets it rustle to the sand. She smiles and steps forward

out of the puddled robe at her feet.

There is a collective intake of breath, a gasp from the crowd and

suddenly, Anuja exults, her mind leaping with excitement and joy

at the knowledge that all these strangers find her sexy and want

to see her being fucked right there on the sand in front of them.

Fucking live before an audience is still one of the sexiest ways

to orgasm. Her cunt tingles and her breasts swell.

"Good evening," she murmurs. "My name is Anuja."

She is wearing the outrageous string bikini. The bra has thin,

fine strands, the cups little more than the size of Band-Aids,

barely covering her nipples. It is small and taut and her full,

heavy breasts strain at the cloth, her cleavage deep and enticing,

the gold chain nestling in the dark valley. The panty is

ridiculous, a narrow, long strip of cloth descending from the

strings that girdle low on her hips and barely covering her

cunt-lips, leaving most of her crotch exposed. Between her thighs,

it tapers and narrows again to a single strand that rises between

the curves of her buttocks, leaving them entirely naked.

Anuja's body tingles with excitement. She finds the situation very

sexy. Her nipples stiffen and her pulse quickens. Her breasts
swell, grow hot and hard in the tiny bikini cups. Slowly, she

tilts her head back, lifting her chin and draws her hands up her

sides to her breasts, her fingers spread wide, her palms open. Her

hands pause over her breasts, the heels of her palms over her

nipples and she opens her mouth and runs her tongue sensuously

across her upper lip, slowly rolling her hands over her breasts in

circular motions. Her body writhes visibly. Hunching her

shoulders, she squeezes her breasts together, crushing them hard

in her hands, her mouth now forming a wide O. Her eyes flash with

lust, inviting every man in the audience to come up and fuck her.

She lifts and squeezes her breasts in her hands, the outsides of

her palms meeting in her cleavage, her face soft and radiant with

lust and arousal. Slowly, she releases her breasts and begins to

slide her hands down her belly, drawing it inward.

A lascivious smile in her eyes, her body quivering with excitement

and delight at the attention, she slides her hands lower,

reversing her palms so that her fingers are pointed down to her

crotch. Lower and lower her hands go, her fingers spreading wide.

Her feet shuffle apart. Her hands slide down and in from her hips.

Her palms pressed to her lower belly, her first fingers raised

delicately, she drags her forefingers along the two sides of the V

of her crotch, on either side of her cunt. She drags her

forefingers together, closer and closer, and they crawl under the

bikini panty to her cunt-lips. Her fingers pressed to her slit,

she starts masturbating, moving her fingers sensuously up and

down, back and forth. Her hips start to grind and sway and writhe

and pump. She bites her lower lip, then opens her mouth and

presses her tongue sexily to her upper lip. Slowly, she draws the

edges of the bikini panty together, squeezing and twisting them

into a single thick strand that runs down her cunt-lips.

"Yes," she breathes, "yes ... I want it ... I want it!"

Her voice carries over the breeze, audible to every person

present. She hisses softly, her fingers pumping gently in her cunt
under the bikini panty, her hips writhing and rocking slowly back

and forth. With one hand she lifts the bikini panty strand aside.

Now her cunt-lips are completely exposed and, with a soft moan,

she arches a finger into her slit, her hips writhing, her buttocks

flexing and unflexing making her body rise and rock gently up and

down on her feet. Her finger is visibly wet.

Still masturbating, she turns around, her back to the audience and

they can see her naked buttocks now and the rear strand of the

bikini panty emerging from the dark cleft between the smooth

curves. She slides her hands to her buttocks, bends forward

slightly, pulls them open, exposing her sweetly puckered anus with

the bikini strand running over it and looks over her shoulder at

the audience with a wanton, glassy, lust-filled expression.

Slipping hand down into her crotch, she lifts the front of the

bikini panty and arches a finger into her cunt again so that from

behind the audience can see her masturbate.

"Yes," she says again. "I want a man ... I want a cock ... I want

to be fucked!"

On cue, timing it to perfection, a figure shimmers out of the

shadows in front of her. A man steps silently over the soft sand

and Anuja straightens as he comes up before her.

The man is tall and dark and handsome, with a stunning physique.

He is wearing nothing but tight, small swimming trunks. His face

is lean and hard, with a sharp nose, dark eyes set deep, a thick
shock of black hair. He is clean shaven and his jaw is square and

hard, his lips slim and wide. His cheeks are hollowed and lined.

His body is tanned and dark, the skin smooth and supple with not

an ounce of fat anywhere on him. His shoulders are wide and broad

and his torso is a savagely slashing V from shoulder to hip. His

chest is deep and cleaved, the pectorals bulging, small hard

nipples pulled wide and low on either side. His belly is

rock-hard, every muscle ridged and defined. His arms are thickly

bunched with strength, his wrists as thick as his forearms. His

legs are long and strong, the thighs sturdy and rippling with

muscle. His waist is narrow, his hips high, his buttocks small and

taut and lean. His torso is entirely hairless, even the armpits

depilated. The bulge in his crotch is thick and promising.

His body glistens and Anuja realises that he has oiled it lightly

to accentuate his physique. He looks very sexy. She trembles in

excitement and pleasure. Seema has chosen well, she thinks. This

man will be a magnificent lover.

A brief smile flickers on his face. He comes closer, and his hands

go around her, slide down her body to her buttocks, pulling her to

him. Anuja arches against him, her groin pressed to his, her back

bowed, her hands on his arms. He bends her further back, more and

more steeply and her body curves backward in a steep bow. He holds

by the waist with one hand and bends his face to her upthrust

breasts. Anuja gasps loudly as he draws one fleshy mound into his

mouth, with the bikini cup and sucks on it. Her head falls back,

upside down. He squeezes the other breast with his free hand.

He pulls her up slowly and she moves smoothly, in perfect,

unspoken understanding. She licks his chest lasciviously, sucks

and licks one nipple, then the other, slowly descends to her knees

in front of him. Groaning audibly, she presses her face to his

crotch and sucks his penis through his swimming trunks. The man
grunts softly.

Gently, she slides her fingers into the legs of his trunks. Her

fingers close around his penis. It is huge, at least eight inches

long, over an inch thick and not yet erect. Anuja grows hot with

lust. His cock is uncircumcised, the shaft, she notices, shaved

smooth to the hilt, the balls heavy and low. Slowly, she drags his

trunks down, lower and lower. His cock springs out, thick and

long, better than she had hoped. Whimpering softly, she takes it

in her hand and jerks it gently, deftly. It quivers and begins to

thicken and grow. She flips back the foreskin, caresses her face

with it, her lips open, running it over her lips and cheeks. Her

tongue flickers out and swirls over his cock-head. The man grunts

and his hands go down to her head. She looks up. His head is bent,

watching her. His hips grind forward. Jerking his shaft gently,

she opens her mouth wider and slowly takes his cock into her

mouth. The man's head arches back and he groans loudly, pulling

her head deeper into his crotch.

Anuja sucks her anonymous lover's cock slowly and deeply and

heavily, jerking his shaft in her fist, her head rocking back and

forth between his thighs. He fucks her mouth unhurriedly, rocking

her head back and forth with both hands, pumping his hips at her

face.

Her back is to the audience and they cannot fully see her sucking
his cock. Somehow, this only adds to the eroticism of the scene.

Her buttocks rest on her heels, her toes digging into the sand.

The viewers only see his hips jerking to and fro and her head

rocking back and forth between his thighs.

Anuja pauses and lifts her head slightly, tonguing his navel,

taking his cock between her breasts. She feeds it down her

cleavage and squeezes her breasts over his penis through the

bikini top. The man groans loudly. She bends her head and resumes

sucking his cock, dipping her head now and then to suck and lick

his heavy, low balls.

"Mm ... yes ... suck it ... suck my prick, c'mon ... do it!" the

man grunts.

His cock is enormous now, over nine inches long and two inches

thick, hot and hard and throbbing. Slowly, he shuffles around and

she moves with him so that they are now turned sideways with their

profiles to the audience. The viewers watch her suck his cock

harder and faster, her head rocking swiftly back and forth, his

cock glistening between her lips, distending her face. Pausing,

her head tilted to one side, her eyes hooded, jerking his cock in

her fist, she opens her mouth wide and swirls her tongue cunningly

around his cock-head. The man groans. His hands slide down to her

shoulders and he slips off the straps of the bikini top. It falls

away, revealing her heavy, full breasts. sucking his cock again,

she caresses her breasts erotically. Pre-cum gunk spurts from his

cock-head and she moans and catches it on her face and in her

mouth, swallowing it lasciviously. The man shuffles around slowly,

fucking her mouth as he moves, pausing briefly with his back to

the audience so they can see his buttocks flexing and unflexing,

his hips grinding back and forth. He moves in a three-quarter

circle, returning to their original position facing the audience,

her back to them.

The man pushes her head away and sinks to his knees before her.

They kiss slowly, deeply, sexily, their mouths wide, their tongues

fencing with each other, his hands on her breasts, her fingers

stroking his cock. They fall to the sand with her on her back. She

spreads her legs, lifts her knees, pulls the bikini bottom wide,

draws her cunt-lips open.

"Fuck me," she moans loudly. "Fuck my cunt!"

The man bends over her between her thighs on outstretched arms and

knees, his knuckles on the sand. Anuja groans and arches under

him.

"Yes," she says, her hands on his cock, guiding him to her cunt.

"I want it! Shove your cock into my slit! Fuck me!"

The man dips his hips, flexes his buttocks. His cock slides into

her cunt, past the twisted band of the bikini panty. He gasps,

arching his head, his hips dipping lower and lower, his buttocks

flexing taut. Beneath him, Anuja arches and moans, her hips

lurching upward. His cock disappears inexorably into her flesh.

"C'mon ... do it! Fuck me hard!" she gasps, clenching his thick
forearms, her legs splitting wider still.

The man groans and begins to fuck her on the sand before the

silent, gaping audience. His hips rise and fall in a steady,

mesmerising cadence, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Anuja

gasps and whimpers as his cock strokes smoothly in and out of her

cunt. It feels wonderful in her slit, hot and thick and hard and

long, and she has no need to fake her pleasure. Her body rocks and

lurches under his thrusts, her hips heaving and rocking under his,

her breasts wobbling and jiggling as he strokes powerfully and

unhurriedly in and out of her slit.

"Ohhh uhhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes ohhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes ...

fuck me yes ... do it ... ohhh god yes uhhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhhh

yes!" she gasps.

"Take it! Take my cock, whore ... take it all ... oh fuck yeh ...

oh yeh that's it ... take it ... ohhh uhhh ohhhh uhh ohhh uhhh

ohhhh!" her lover responds.

He swings his hips in tight circular motions as he drives into

her, entering her cunt from all angles. Anuja hisses in pleasure,

her head arching, her back bowing. Her face flips from side to

side. She squeezes her breasts erotically, moaning obscene

encouragement. The man moves faster, steadily gathering speed. She

cries out sharply, moving in unison with him, hissing in joy.

"Oh ... uhh ... ohh ... uh ... ohhh ... uhhh ... oh uh oh uh oh

uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ohhhh!"

Her cries are sharp and staccato as he moves faster and faster.

His hips now snap sharply as he plunges into her and his buttocks

flex and unflex rapidly, bobbing and bouncing over her heaving

groin. Her body lurches and jerks and rocks under his thrusts, her

swollen breasts jiggling and wobbling heavily. Her face contorts

in an agony of joy, her mouth open, her eyes screwed shut, her

head flipping from side to side. She squeezes her breasts eagerly,

crying out loudly.

"OHHH UHH OH MA OH MA OH MA OHHHH UHH OHHH UHH OH MA UHH AHHH UHH

YES OH GOD YES OH GOD OH GOD YES!"

The man gasps and grunts, his head bent, watching her face, his

mouth hanging open, panting and groaning. His muscles cord and

stand out in hard ridges. Sweat breaks out on their bodies. His

cock pistons and plunges in and out of her slit.

"Take it ... take it, whore ... take it ohhh uhhh yes uhh yes ohhh

yes ohhh god yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes oh fuck

yes!"

Faster and faster he goes, his body rocking and bouncing furiously

over hers, his hips slamming up and down, his cock plunging and

pistoning and reaming and ramming feverishly in and out of her

cunt. Her orgasm nears, grows, looms. He senses it and slows

immediately to a long, skewering, spiralling, thrusting action.

Anuja groans and arches in pleasure under him, gasping and panting

deliriously. The man gasps as her hot, tight, sopping wet cunt
convulses on his throbbing penis.

Slowly, he draws out of her, making her moan loudly. He turns her

over onto her front, facing the audience. Anuja whimpers, her hips

writhing, and waits for him to fuck her again. Her swollen breasts
are pendulous. Sand flecks her back and thighs and buttocks. The

man kneels behind her and pulls off her panties. She kicks them

aside. He squeezes his cock-head between her buttocks and smoothly

feeds it into her cunt. Anuja hisses in pleasure, rocking forward

on her hands and knees, her face rising, a vision of pure, naked,

unfaked lust. Her mouth is open, her eyes hooded, and her tongue

presses sexily to her upper lip. She turns her face over her

shoulder to her lover as he flexes his buttocks and pushes his

cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"Ohhh yes ... ohh fuck yes ... that's it ... shove it in, lover

... shove it all in! Ohhhh yes!"

The man bends over her and kisses her deeply, his hands under her

breasts, squeezing them hard. Her buttocks writhe against his

groin. He straightens and, holding her hips, begins to fuck her

again.

Anuja groans thickly, her face raised, her body jerking and

lurching and rocking with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling, her

gold necklace swinging back and forth. Her cunt is on fire and it

convulses and spasms frantically on his pistoning penis. The man
has hit a swift, hungry rhythm, jerking her body back and forth,

dragging her cunt up and down the length of his shaft, groaning

and gasping his pleasure. His thighs slap softly against her

buttocks, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips. She is an

exceptionally fine fuck, he thinks and groans aloud. Faster and

faster he goes, building up speed again, his hips snapping back

and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock glistening

as it goes in and out, appearing and disappearing between the

smooth curves of her buttocks. He stretches his hands forward and

squeezes her breasts hungrily. His loins ache for release.

"Fuck me ... yes ... ohh god yes ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me

hard ... ohhhh yes ... ohhhhhh uhh ohhhhh uhh ohhhhh uhh oh uh oh

uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHHH!" she cries.

The man groans, on the verge of an orgasm. He flings his head back

and gasps, taking several deep breaths, his fingertips in the

small of her back, moving her back and forth to suit his pleasure.

They form an erotic sight, the man with his superbly sculpted

physique kneeling behind Anuja's luscious curved body, his hips

swinging and snapping and rocking back and forth, her body

lurching and jerking to and fro with his thrusts.

Several minutes later, they pause, both teetering on the brink of

an orgasm. Anuja is panting with lust, hot and hungry as a vixen.

The man turns on his back on the sand, his head to the audience

and Anuja kneels between his legs and bends her face over his lap.

Jerking his upright, sticky, rampant erection, she drags her

tongue lasciviously up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue

over the bulging cock-head, teething the stem. Bending her head,

she starts sucking his cock, jerking it in her fist. Her head

bucks and bobs over his lap, her face distended with the thickness

of his penis. The man gasps and groans, holding her head and

moving it up and down to suit his pleasure. She sucks harder and

faster.

"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... suck it ... c'mon, whore ... suck my

prick ... oh fuck yes!" the man gasps.

He pulls at her arms and she stops and rises, dragging her tongue

up his hard body in an utterly wanton action. Higher and higher

she goes and pauses to kiss him deeply, thrusting her tongue into

his mouth. He squeezes her heavy breasts. She moves higher and

feeds her breasts to his mouth. He sucks them one by one and then,

squeezing them together, on both simultaneously. Anuja moans,

arching her head. His hands are on her buttocks, probing her anus

and slit. Her hips grind. She moves higher, straddling his face on

her knees. With one hand, she claws her cunt-lips open and sinks

her hips. The man grips her thighs and thrusts his tongue into her

cunt. Anuja gasps, her head arching back, her face twisting with

lust, her hands on her breasts, crushing and squeezing them in

unfaked pleasure, moaning erotically.

"Ohhh yes ... c'mon ... do it ... lick my slit, baby ... ohhh ...

uhhh yes ... that's it ... ohhhh yes ... ohh that's good baby ...

yes!"

She looks devastatingly sexy, her hands on her breasts, her hips

writhing and grinding on the man's face. He drives his tongue up

deep into her slit and she gasps and arches her back, squeezing

her breasts in a frenzy, pinching her nipples between her

forefingers and thumbs. She hisses in pleasure, and rubs one hand

over her breasts, the other sliding down her sucked-in belly,

fingers splayed wide.

"Ohhhh ... yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasps. "Do it! Ohhh yes ... do

it, baby ... lick my slit ... oh fuck yes ... ahhh yes ... there

... oh that's it ... ahhh yes there!"

Her cunt is sopping wet, streaming with cunt-juice and she can

barely contain herself. Whimpering, gasping, panting, her chest

heaving, she slides off his face quickly and shuffles backward,

astride his cock. She jerks it quickly in her fist. The man moans

softly. She moves her cunt over and then, with a loud, shuddering

cry, impales herself deeply on his shaft. He gasps and arches

under her, thrusting his cock up into her cunt. She cries out, her

head arching back, her mouth wide open, her back bowed. He

squeezes her breasts and begins to buck under her.

"Ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhhh ... uhhh ... ohhhh!" she groans. "Ohh

uhh ohhh uhhh OHHHHH!"

"Yeh! C'mon! Take it! Oh fuck yes oh yes oh yes oh yes!" he goes.

Kneeling over him on outstretched arms, Anuja rocks up and down on

the man's cock. Her cunt slides up and down the length of his

shaft. Her breasts bounce and jiggle. Her gold necklace tosses and

flaps on her tawny flesh. She rears up, her hands on her breasts,

grinding her hips round and round on his cock, flexing her

buttocks sharply and repeatedly, squeezing his cock with her hot,

tight cunt. The man gasps and thrusts and bucks feverishly under

her. Faster and faster they go, their bodies writhing and bucking

frantically. Bending over, she kisses him hungrily, thrusting her

tongue into his mouth. He cranes his head and sucks her pendulous,

swollen breasts.

Somehow, by unspoken accord, both manage to stave off their

orgasms which thunder at their loins now. They slow their

movements and she smiles down at her lover in pleasure.

"Will you fuck my ass?" she murmurs. "I like being fucked in my

butt."

He grins and nods. She smiles, her eyes glittering, oblivious now

to everything but him, her audience forgotten. Slipping off his

cock, she kneels on the sand again and bends low on her forearms,

lifting her buttocks and hips high, her legs and buttocks spread

to offer him her rear channel. The man grins at the sight of her

temptingly taut anus.

"Hold it open for me," he commands

Anuja nods and obeys and bends further forward, her shoulders on

the ground, her face turned to one side, her arms twisted behind

her to pull her buttocks open and offer him her anus. The man
moves back smoothly and, licking four fingers, moistens her anus.

Anuja's hips squirm in wanton desire against his hand. The man
chuckles and bends steeply forward and thrusts his face between

her buttocks. Anuja moans softly as she feels his tongue ripple

over her asshole. She loves being rimmed and he is very good. His

tongue swirls over her anus, caressing the puckered flesh

tenderly. Her buttocks and hips quiver and sway with excitement.

Her anus is musky and heady and the man presses his tongue into

the cleft, making her moan in lust.

"Yes ... Ohhhhh god yes! Yes!" she gasps.

His fingers press to her cunt and two slide into her flesh. Anuja

groans, trembling with lust, her body aflame with desire. His

fingers tease her gorged clitoris, his knuckles pressing and

mashing it deftly while his tongue sweeps in dizzying circles over

her anus.

"Please ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she gasps.

Laughing, the man rises to straddle her hips. He adjusts himself

slightly, flexing the taut muscles in his legs. He leans over her

on outstretched arms, his feet on the ground, his knees deeply

bent and dips his hips. Anuja holds her buttocks open with the

fingers of one hand and holding his slippery penis in her other,

guides him to her anus.

"There," she gasps, pressing his cock-head to her anus. "I want it

there!"

Again the man's buttocks flex slowly and his hips dip. His

cock-head squeezes into the young girl's asshole. Anuja's face

twists in an erotic mixture of pain and shock and joy. Her mouth

jerks open and she cries out thinly, her neck arching, her face

pressed to the earth. Her hands remain behind her, one on his

shaft, the other at her buttocks. The man waits, letting her catch

her breath.

"Come on, bitch," he rasps softly. "Come on ... take it!"

Anuja moans softly and releases his penis and, gripping her

buttocks, pulls them as far apart as she could. She yields slowly,

her sphincter spasming, and the man gasps and slowly thrusts

downward. Anuja's breath comes in short, sharp, ragged, moaning

gasps as the huge penis bursts into her rear channel, surging

inexorably inwards. Her sphincter convulses frantically on his

penis, and the man's head arches back, suffused with pleasure.

Under him, the young girl moans and writhes. Deeper and deeper his

penis goes, till he has buried himself to the hilt in her anus.

Her hand is pinned between his thighs and her buttocks.

"Come on," she moans in a shaking voice. "Fuck my ass! Oh ma oh ma

oh ma oh ma oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh yes do it!"

They are like two inverted hairpins, one in the other. Anuja's

buttocks and thighs form a great obtuse V under him. Her anus is

completely and helplessly impaled by his swollen, massive shaft.

She feels dizzy with the exquisite pain. Her pulse hammers, and

her breath is ragged and her voice hoarse. Her breasts are hot and

swollen. The man rears, taking his weight on his feet and squeezes

her pendulous breasts. Anuja groans. He pinches her rigid nipples

and she gasps thickly. The pain recedes, yielding to delirious joy

and desire.

Crushing her breasts in his hands, the man begins to move his

hips, slowly fucking the young girl's ass. She gasps as he lifted

his hips, drawing his cock out of her anus till only the cock-head

is held within. Moaning, she digs her fingers into the cleft

between her buttocks and pulls them wider.

"Come on," she gasps. "Put it in again, quickly!"

There is nothing fake about her lust. She wants it, and she wants

it badly. The man smiles and thrusts smoothly into her anus again.

Anuja gasps and now it is a call of pure pleasure.

"Yes," she moans. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!

Come on, do it ... fuck me like a whore!"

The man bends forward again, leaning on his broad, thick forearms

and, toying with her breasts, begins to fuck her ass smoothly and

quickly. His buttocks flex and unflex powerfully, his hips rise

and fall and his cock glistens as it goes in and out of her anus.

Beneath him, Anuja moans and gasps, her body rocking and jerking

back and forth and she wants it, too, and her motions reflect her

desire.

Her face is twisted to one side and, crushing her swollen breasts
in his hands, the man kisses her fiercely, forcing his tongue into

her mouth. She sucks on his tongue, squirming her bottom against

his hips, bucking her buttocks against his thighs in ardent

desire. Her cries are lewd and obscene and, spurred by the erotic,

throaty, love-calls, the man begins moving faster.

Steadily, he gathers speed till he is ram-fucking her ass,

plunging greedily and deeply into her anus, reaming and ramming

his cock into her. Anuja cries out in a shrill tone, panting and

gasping. He claws at her cunt-lips and she gasps as he slides

three fingers into her cunt and begins masturbating her furiously.

Instantly, her anus, separated from his fingers by the merest

membrane of flesh, convulses frantically on his penis. He cries

out in joy and thrusts hard into her. She orgasms violently,

shuddering, gasping, mewing, keening and panting all at once. The

man groans and thrusts his cock into her savagely, slamming his

hips at her buttocks, burying his cock in her anus. Finally, he

loses control.

Squeezing her breasts hard, he grinds into her anus again and

again, his hips jerking at her buttocks. Jerking out of her at

last, masturbating violently, he explodes, with a gasp of relief

as the heat surges from his cock. jizz spurts from his cock-head

and spatters her buttocks and back and thighs, dribbles down the

cleft between her buttocks, over her cunt-lips. She moans thickly.

Gasping, the man squeezes his cock back into her anus and

sodomises her again for a few minutes. Anuja groans, rocking and

lurching under him. Satisfied at last, he slides out of her and

sinks to his knees.

Anuja remains bent over, moaning and gasping, her breath coming in

ragged, heaving sobs. There is a long silence and then the

audience bursts into thunderous applause. Cheers, claps, whistles,

calls for more, encore, encore, brava, bravo, brava, way to go

rent the air.

Slowly, Anuja lifts her head, rises to her knees. The audience has

gone berserk, men and women on their feet, whistling and clapping,

cheering. Vinay and Seema are beaming, applauding loudly. Anuja

grins in delight. She looks over her shoulder. Her lover gets to

his feet and walks up behind her. She smiles at him and, turning

her face, kisses his cock, takes its tip in her mouth. While the

cheering audience watches, she begins to suck his cock again. The

applause becomes a rhythmic beat, in time to her incessant back

and forth movements of her head. The man grins and fucks her mouth

slowly.

She keeps sucking him, moving her head faster and faster and the

man groans thickly and lets himself go. Anuja senses his orgasm

and, in the nick of time, jerking his cock, opens her mouth

beneath its tip. jizz shoots from his cock-head and into her open,

hungry mouth, spatters her face and breasts as she jerks it,

moaning thickly. The applause is deafening.

The man grins and, holding out his hand, pulls her to her feet.

She leans against him, an arm around his neck, his hands on her

breasts. He nuzzles the nape of her neck, fondles her breasts,

slides his hands down to her cunt, spreads her cunt-lips open for

the audience to see. There is more cheering. Gradually, the

applause dies. Seema steps closer.

"Thank you," she says. "That was absolutely wonderful."

Osmond scurries forward, rubbing his hands gleefully. "That was

bril," he says. "Very bril. I have never something so divine."

Anuja smiles at Seema, ignoring Osmond. "I enjoyed it. Thank you

for inviting me."

The audience is dispersing, Anuja notices, people pairing off.

Someone calls for Seema. She excuses herself and turns away. Anuja

looks at her lover.

"Thank you," she smiles, kissing him on the lips. "That was

incredibly good fucking."

"Thank you. You're fabulous."

"What's your name?"

"Krishna."

"The god of love." She smiles. "I'm Anuja."

"That's a pretty name. To suit a pretty face."

Anuja grins. "You're sweet. So. What happens now?"

Krishna laughs. "Everyone fucks everyone else, that's what. Look

around. They're all over the place. Want to take a round?"

"Mm."

He takes her hand and they stroll away, their clothes in their

hands. Anuja sees that there are people fucking everywhere. Even

Jayant and Baban and Tony have joined in. She sees Baban fucking a

lovely looking young woman by the pool, bent over her on his knees

and outstretched arms, his hips rocking furiously up and down, his

cock plunging madly in and out of her cunt. The girl, no more than

twenty, gasps and cries out, writhing and thrashing deliriously

under him. In the garden, Tony is sodomising a curvaceous dark

girl, slowly squeezing his cock in and out of her tight little

ass. She gasps and cries out, her face contorted in a rictus of

agonised lust. Tony buggers her slowly and heavily, pushing his

heavy cock deep into her ass. Anuja smiles; she knows how good it

feels.

There are people on the beach, in the pool, in the living rooms,

in the restaurant and in the gardens, in the villas and guest

suites, all fucking. Even the staff has joined in. Krishna smiles

at her.

"How about it? Want to join in?"

"Oh yes, certainly. I'm feeling very horny."

"Good. So am I."

"I'll see you later, then, perhaps."

"Yes. Again, thank you and goodbye."

"Thank you, Krishna. It really was good."

He smiles and turns away, heading for one of the guests, a tall,

fair-skinned slender beauty. She smiles at him and Krishna

swaggers up to her and grabs her. The girl laughs and says

something and drops to her knees in front of him. Anuja turns

away.

Going up the path, she finds Jayant fucking a dusky young girl in

her late teens behind a thick, flowering shrub. The girl is on her

back and Jayant is bent over her, fucking her demonically with

savage, plunging thrusts, his hips rocking furiously up and down,

his buttocks flexing and unflexing feverishly. Beneath him, the

pretty girl moans and cries out loudly, her body jerking and

rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly. Anuja steps

back without disturbing them.

She gets herself laid in the dining room, bent over a dining

table. A handsome young waiter drops his trousers and pushing her

forward, squeezes his cock between her buttocks and into her cunt.

Anuja moans softly, closing her eyes and enjoying the rhythmic

sawing of the thick long cock in and out of her cunt. She comes in

a few minutes and the man follows suit, driving deep into her and

exploding.

Anuja sighs and moves on. She finds another lover, a guest, and

they go into one of the villas, where he fucks her on the bed,

taking her on her back, pumping furiously in and out of her cunt
till he is done. By the time she gets a third lover, another

guest, Anuja is beginning to feel bored. She lies on the tiles by

the swimming pool and lets him enjoy her till he is done. He

thanks her and she gets up and goes into her villa, packs her bag.

She is quite fed up. She collects her bag, straightens and turns

and finds Krishna standing at the door, smiling at her.

"Krishna. I thought you were having fun outside."

"I was. Then I wasn't."

She laughs. "Same here. Do you want to fuck?"

"Only if you do. It's you I want to fuck." His voice is gentle and

soft.

"Can you drive?"

"Yes."

"My car's outside. Let's go home and fuck. Spend the night with

me."

Krishna smiles. "Dressed like this?"

She grins. "Preferrably. But we can go by your place. Do you live

far?"

"Not far."

"Let's go then."

"What about your servants? And the other guy?"

"They'll manage. They can find their way home when they've had

enough. No reason to spoil their fun."

"Okay. Let's go."

They walk out. Passing another villa, they look in through the big

window. A couple is inside, a servant and one of the guests,

fucking furiously. He is fucking her from behind, hammering his

hips at her buttocks. The woman moans and cries out, lurching back

and forth under his thrusts. Anuja grins and Krishna chuckles

softly. They don't even look up.

Outside, she leads him to the car and gets in, fires the engine,

and backs out smoothly. The car crunches down the drive and he

pulls onto the road. A few minutes later, he draws up at a cluster

of huts off the road, set by paddy fields. He pauses, his hand on

the door.

"Anuja."

"Yes?"

"Can I bring my brother along, too? He's very good."

Anuja's teeth flash in the darkness. "Yes. I'd like that."

Krishna smiles and disappears. He returns a few minutes later,

dressed in jeans and a shirt with another young man, who looks

very like him, also handsome and well built.

"Anuja, this is my brother, Mohan."

"Hi, Mohan. Come on, get in."

The two men get into the car, Mohan at the back, and Krishna turns

the car about and accelerates down the road. Anuja sighs and

settles back in the seat. The lights cut a swathe through the

night.

"Krishna."

"Yes?"

"Tell me, does this kind of thing happen often?"

"All the bloody time. Osmond loves arranging it. Good for

business."

"You don't seem to like it."

"I don't. Not much. Oh, we enjoy the live-show fucking, I mean,

Mohan and I. They always ask for us. But somehow, all that mad

banging after doesn't do much for either of us."

"Strange."

"How come?"

"I usually find it sexy. Somehow, I didn't, tonight. Just ...

boring, I guess. No soul. I mean, I loved the way you fucked me,

but this business of going from one guy to the other and getting

banged ... no finesse. No soul. Too mechanical."

"You said it. Give me a slow, easy fuck any day."

"Me, too," Mohan chuckles from the back seat. "Would you like to

come up back?"

Anuja grins and looks at Krishna. He laughs softly.

"Go ahead. You can direct me when we get close."

Anuja slips through the gap between the bucket seats and joins

Mohan in the back. He is a handsome young man with a strong,

muscular body. He smiles at her, puts his arm around her and pulls

her to him, his lips meeting hers, his hand crawling up to open

her shirt, sliding under it to her breasts. She caresses his cock,

unzips his jeans. His cock is thick and long and, with a soft

sigh, she bends her head to his lap and takes his penis in her

mouth.

It takes them forty-five minutes to reach her house. In that time,

she sucks his cock and he finger-fucks her. Then they fuck, with

her sitting on his lap, her back to him, her cunt impaled on his

cock, his hands on her breasts, rocking slowly up and down. His

penis is thick and long and she groans in pleasure as it tunnels

deep into her flesh. She orgasms wildly and he groans and pulls

her down onto his cock gasping in relief and making her moan as

the heat spews from his cock-head and floods her slit.

Back at her house, Anuja discovers how talented the two brothers

are. They fuck her repeatedly, in turns and together, taking their

time and possessing her utterly and completely, fucking her every

orifice over and over again. When they fuck her in her cunt and

ass together, Anuja is delirious with the joy and pleasure of it.

Their huge penises saw in and out of her cunt and ass, the two

orifices separated by the merest membrane of flesh, her body

writhing and thrashing eagerly between theirs. They go on and on,

swapping places again and again till she loses track of who is

fucking her where; it no longer matters. At one point, she is

astride Mohan, her cunt impaled on his cock while Krishna

sodomises her slowly and heavily from behind, pushing his cock

deep into her rear channel. Under her, Mohan grunts and arches up

into her so that both cocks enter her simultaneously, slide out,

go in again in an erotic cadence. Mohan squeezes her pendulous,

aching breasts, crushing them in his hands. She gasps and cries

out, turning her face and Krishna kisses her roughly, thrusting

his tongue into her mouth.

Changing position, Mohan turns her around with her back to him and

makes her sit her ass on his cock. She cries out, her face

contorting, forcing herself lower and lower on his cock.

Groaning, her anus impaled by his penis, she spreads her legs and

opens her cunt for his brother. Krishna chuckles and bends over

her, squeezing his cock into her cunt. Anuja cries out, her face

twisting and contorting, her head flopping back, her chest

heaving, her breathing ragged, her mind numb, dizzy with lust and

pleasure and joy. The huge penis sears into her cunt while the

other fills her anus.

The two men are relentless. They fuck her repeatedly and orgasm

violently and often. Her body is sticky with sweat and their jizz
in her mouth and on her breasts and in her cunt and ass and on her

thighs and buttocks. They fall asleep finally early in the morning

in a tangle of limbs.

She wakes late, squints at the clock. It is past eleven. The two

brothers are gone. The door opens. Jayant comes in, grinning. She

smiles at him.

"Hi. How was it?"

"You were incredible. The fucking was great."

"Why did you disappear? Tony hates anyone touching his precious

car."

"I didn't want to be part of that orgy scene. Krishna drove. He

drives well."

"You want the money?" Jayant waves a wad of notes.

"No. Keep it. Give it to Tony and Babs."

"It's yours, babe. You earned it."

"I don't want it. I don't need it. split it. Keep what you like."

"Love, you worked for it."

"Yes, okay, and I don't want it. I don't want to fuck for money,

after all. Not like that. One on one, as a whore, fine. But I want

to fuck because I want to fuck not because some rich asshole wants

to buy my fucking." She frowns. "And now, I think ... I want to

fuck Baban and Tony. Together. Get them up. And then you."

She flings back the covers. She is naked in bed. Jayant laughs

and, ducking out of the door, calls for the servants. They hurry

in and look pleased when Jayant splits the money between them.

They go into the room and Anuja giggles, naked in bed.

"Come on, get into bed, my heroes. Come and fuck me. I want it

nice and hard. Come on."

The servants grin and laugh and quickly shed their clothes. Anuja

sighs in pleasure and, turning on her front, closes her eyes. A

penis probes at her buttocks. She lifts them. Another one presses

to her mouth and she opens it and begins to suck Tony's cock as

Baban presses his penis to her cunt.

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