Chapter 3

Jayant cupped Falu’s lovely face in both hands and smiled gently. She was utterly delectable, totally irresistible. Her nose was pert, the face sweetly rounded, always alive with joy and laughter, the rosebud lips soft and inviting. Her teeth were perfectly even and very white. Her eyes were a deep brown, gentle, and her voice was gentle and soft.

He bent his head and kissed her tenderly, his lips fluttering against hers. Her lips flowered under his, and slowly, tentatively, her tongue flickered into his mouth. He drew his hands down her body. She was very sexy. Her hair was short, hanging just below her shoulders, now bound behind her head with a broad clip in a high ponytail. Her breasts were full and firm, not the detestable cones that marred so many women, but full and firm and ripe so that they filled her clothing and strained at every seam. She had stubby nipples in dense, bright aureoles. The belly was firm and flat, and her buttocks were slim, almost boyish, but firm and neatly curved, leading to shapely legs. Her arms and legs were slender and smooth, the fingers and toes square and strong. Her skin was smooth and fair and flawless, with the texture of cream, or a ripe grape, soft, silken, firm, with no trace of the fine downy hair that blemished so many women. Jayant loved the feel of her flesh, cool and smooth and alive to his every touch.

She wore a gold wedding band on one finger, a gold necklace and a long mangalsutra, signifying her marital status. It dangled low, of gold and black beads with a twin-cupped pendant that rested against her naked midriff. Her lobes bore delicate earrings, and she had a small bindi on her forehead.

She was clad in a sari of some light synthetic material. Falu wore sari’s like no one else: without an inner petticoat and slung high on her hips and dipping precariously under her belly and back so that it was just above her pubis and buttocks, she had discovered a way of wearing it without any supporting underclothing. As a result, the garment clung to her every curve and unraveled at the slightest tug. Her blouses were provocatively cut, scooped deep and wide to reveal a tantalising cleavage, the lower hem very high so that it ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out on all sides like heavy, over-ripe melons. The blouse was very taut and her breasts strained at the confines, threatening to burst free.

Their kiss deepened, and he cupped her breasts, sliding his hands under her pallu. Her breasts grew heavy and he felt her nipples jump erect. He slid two fingers into her cleavage.

“It’s been an age, Flo,” he murmured, teasing her lips with his tongue.

“Mm. You’ve been too busy to even think of me.”

“Not true. I’ve been thinking of fucking you constantly.”

“That sounds like heaven. Fuck me constantly.”

“Idiot.”

“Seriously, I’d love it if you did.”

“I’d love to do, too, but I can’t. So let’s just enjoy what we can, shall we?”

“Mm. Yummy.”

Since her early teens, Falu had been fucked by more men than she could remember. Her husband, his brothers, other relatives, their servants, guests, visitors, cooks, drivers, peons, cleaners, sweepers, strangers - she slept with them all. She was a whore for Jayant and her clients included some of the richest and most powerful men in the country.

But he was different, without equal. They went back a long time, to a dark age when he had single-handedly rescued her from a purgatory with her depraved guardian and taken her through the gates of a paradise that he created from nothing. He was intelligent, India’s finest legal mind, immensely wealthy, a connoisseur of art and music, food, and fine wine, and he had the best women at his beck and call.

He was sexually unrivaled. None of her lovers even came close. Devilishly handsome, his face was clean-shaven, square-jawed, and utterly masculine. He had a strong nose, dark, deep-set eyes, and a shock of thick black hair. His neck was thick and bullish. His cheeks were slightly hollowed, tough, and rugged, the face that of a man used to much labour and hardness. His voice was a rich, velvet baritone, and his eyes were a deep brown, ever gentle.

His body was stunning, that of a master bodybuilder but without the crudity. The heavy neck led smoothly to sprawling shoulders, heavy with muscle. His back was deeply curved by musculature, and his spine narrowed inward. His chest was immensely broad and square, cut in a heavy W that swept from one armpit to the other, with a deep cleft in between. His nipples were small and pinched and pulled taut and low on either side. His belly was hard and flat, divided into strong rectangular patches of muscle. His biceps were enormous bulges, and his forearms were ridged with thick veins. His torso slashed in a savage V from the shoulder to high, narrow hips above taut, firm buttocks that led to long legs, strong as tree trunks. His hands and feet were large and strong. His torso was completely hairless, and even his armpits were depilated.

But best of all was his penis - an astonishing, impossible, incredible mass of cartilage and flesh. It hung ten inches long, limp - and limp was not a word frequently associated with it. Even in that state, it was larger and thicker and harder than most erections. Fully aroused, it was all of eleven and one-half inches long, nearly three inches thick, ridged by heavy veins, as big as a man’s forearm. He was careful to keep it smoothly shorn down to the hilt; not only did it look better in celluloid close-up, but it facilitated smooth entries into human orifices, especially anuses. His balls were heavy and low and brimming with hot, creamy jizz. He had the staying power of a bull and could come repeatedly without tiring. It was the equipment of a rampant stallion in heat.

Falu knew only one man with a larger cock, Kishore, Jayant’s chief lieutenant, whose penis was fully a foot long and three inches thick. He had fucked her often, even in her ass with it, but even he acknowledged that Jayant was by far his superior in the art of fucking a woman.

Jayant was an untiring lover with an innate ability to sense his lover’s moods and needs and the ability to adjust to them instantly. He maintained that his greatest pleasure sprang from the giving of the greatest pleasure. Few women could match him. The only one who did, effortlessly and time after time, was his wife, Sunnu, Falu’s sister. With her, sex took on awesome dimensions, and their fucking was that of the gods.

Falu knew that Jayant and Sunnu would fuck incessantly for a week till, in the end, both were drained and exhausted. Their love and lust were so intense that they threatened to consume their beings, and they seldom fucked except by careful design. Instead, both contented their natural sexual urges by fucking outside their marriage. Falu was glad for it.

Falu closed her eyes and pictured Jayant’s cock. It would be dark and thick, too thick to take fully in her mouth, too thick even to encircle fully in her fingers. It would be long and strong, pulsating, dark, thick-veined. She could almost feel it now, touching her cunt-lips, gently prising them open, then spreading them wider and wider to receive its immensity, then piercing through, touching her very soul. She ached for it, for that beautiful enormity to invade her flesh and plough into her body mercilessly, tormenting her and driving her to fits of passion that no one else could. She knew and loved every inch of his body and his cock, every vein, every curve and contour; and she knew his cock with her mouth, her face, her breasts, her cunt, her anus, her entire being.

He drew her closer and her body warmed at the touch of his hands on her naked midriff. His head bent to hers and her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting slowly under his. His lips met hers, brushed them, then slowly he drew the lower one between his and sucked on it. His tongue invaded her mouth slowly, gliding between her lips and flicking against her own and she groaned deep in her throat as her excitement mounted. His hands slid up over her short, tight blouse to cup her breasts. As he squeezed the fleshy mounds gently, marvelling at their superb contours, relishing the feel and weight and shape of them filling his hands, they grew hot and hard and swelled, her nipples stiffening quickly. His lips slid down over her mouth, down the line of her neck and throat and he slid the pallu of her sari over her shoulder. His lips and tongue trickled into the deep valley between her breasts, and his hands and fingers stroked her bare belly, caressing it just above her pubis, gently sliding around to her buttocks, back again to her thighs. He flicked open the buttons of her blouse and opened the top two.

He bent his head, and his tongue explored the deep valley between her breasts. Falu trembled in excitement. His hot breath seared on her nipple through the thin material of the blouse, and she shuddered in excitement, arching her head. Her nipple quivered between his lips. He tugged at it gently with his teeth, rolled it between them. She gasped as the fires leapt to her groin. He moved to the other breast, kneading the first in his fingers.

Falu unbuttoned his loose shirt with trembling fingers. She pulled it off and, moaning softly, caressed his sculpted chest. His hands slid down her smooth back, and he tugged at her sari. It unravelled and fell to her feet with the softest of whispers. She was naked under it, and his hands slid over her firm, flat buttocks and slender thighs. She trembled and bent her head to his chest, licking his nipple. He sighed softly. Her tongue swirled over the tough little knot of flesh, and then her lips flowered around it, and she sucked gently. Jayant sighed in pleasure as tiny flames of pleasure leapt from his nipples and coursed through his magnificent frame. He cupped her cunt and was delighted to find it already wet. She groaned, and her legs shuffled apart, her cunt-lips opening for him. He arched a finger into her slit, and she whimpered deep in her throat, moving to his other nipple, her hips swaying and writhing erotically.

Falu began to move lower, and Jayant murmured in pleasure as her tongue and lips snaked down his torso. He slid his hands into her blouse and cupped her swollen breasts, flicked her rigid nipples. Kneeling before him, Falu nuzzled his crotch.

She moaned softly and kissed the enormous bulge between his thighs. Slowly, her hands crawled up to the clasp of his trousers. She flipped it open and slowly pulled down his fly and stretched it open in a wide V. She moaned at the sight of his mammoth shaft tucked neatly in the fly; he wore no underwear. Her lips parted hungrily and her eyes glittered with lust, her nostrils flaring. Jayant knew the signs well and he smiled gently.

Whimpering in excitement, Falu pressed her lips to the base of his shaft as she pulled his trousers open and tugged them down his legs. They puddled at his ankles and his limp cock hung before her face, gargantuan, glorious, gorgeous. Falu thrilled with lust at the mere sight of it. She joined her palms from heel to the tip of her little finger, forming an open, shallow cup, such as Hindu priests are wont to use in rituals. She cupped his shaft in her palms, the cock-head between her wrists, and lifted it gently to her parted lips. Jayant reached down and rolled back his foreskin, watching her with a slight smile. Her face was suffused with excitement, her eyes half-closed. She was almost in a devotional trance. Slowly, her lips parted further and her tongue slid out and coiled sinuously around his bulging cock-head. He murmured softly. It felt wonderful. She licked it again, moaning deep in her throat and slowly, her lips inched towards it. He waited patiently. Her lips pressed to his cock-head, then parted and slowly slid down around it. He murmured as he felt her tongue at work on his cock-head in her mouth. She raked her fingernails up and down his shaft, cupped his balls lovingly.

The shaft of his penis was shorn smoothly to the base; his scrotum was shaved clean. He did this because, for one so hugely endowed, it was essential to ensure no discomfort to his partner, especially if he was sodomising her - which he fully intended to do to Falu. She loved having her butt fucked and he did it better than anyone else. The shaven cock-shaft also heightened his own enjoyment.

Jayant sighed in pleasure as her warm, moist mouth engulfed his cock-head. She sucked cock like few women could, with longing and deep, genuine desire and relish. His belly rippled and he focused his mind on his groin, savouring the exquisite pleasure of her lips and tongue on his cock-head, her fingernails and teeth raking his thick shaft. Slowly, his cock stirred, warmed, filled with blood and lust. It grew longer and thicker and hotter and harder in her mouth, distending her face. Falu moaned softly, sucking insistently, rising with his cock, her hands lifting her breasts erotically. Jayant murmured in pleasure and fucked her mouth slowly and heavily, holding her face in both hands and rocking her head back and forth between his legs.

His cock felt heavenly, hot and thick and hard, throbbing with lust, musky and erotic. Falu’s head swam with excitement and she sucked it lovingly, with mounting desire. Slowly, her head rose and she moved higher, kissing his belly, tonguing his navel, and guided his cock into her cleavage inside her blouse. Jayant sighed as she squeezed her breasts over his penis.

“Mmm, yes ... that’s nice,” he murmured.

She groaned, rubbing her breasts over his shaft, raking it with her nipples. He could feel her long mangalsutra and gold necklace rippling against the shaft of his cock and it felt very sexy.

“Jayant ... please ... cream in my face ... and on my tits...”

How could he refuse? He smiled gently and nodded.

Falu slipped his penis out of her blouse. Smiling seductively, she lifted her hands behind her neck and released the clasp of her long mangalsutra. Jayant watched, intrigued, waiting patiently. Her eyes dancing mischievously, she twisted it once round his shaft and then looped it over his hips, fixing the clasp in the small of his back. Now her mangalsutra was his girdle, the twin-cupped pendant nestled under his shaft against his balls.

“That’s better,” she murmured, licking his cock-head. “That’s very sexy.”

Jayant chuckled softly. If it turned her on, he saw no reason to object. On her knees, she leaned away, her hand outstretched, palm on the floor by her calves, her breasts thrust up. She guided his penis into her blouse again, this time from beneath, past the lower hem, so that it tunnelled through her cleavage and the cock-head popped out in the neck of her blouse, towards her face. She smiled sexily and her mouth opened and she craned her neck, questing for his cock. Jayant was deeply aroused. Falu rocked slowly on her knees with her hands behind her legs, her back curved and breasts thrust upward. As she moved, her breasts squeezed over his shaft, masturbating him. At the same time, her mouth was open and his cock-head was between her lips. And his penis was festooned by her mangalsutra.

Jayant grunted in pleasure and fucked her breasts and face. Bent backward on her knees before him, Falu sucked and licked his penis greedily, moaning as the heavy shaft rasped between her breasts. Her nipples were hard with lust, her breasts heavy and swollen. Jayant pumped his hips rhythmically back and forth. She thought the sight of her mangalsutra on his hips, the pendant on his balls, was infinitely erotic. She sucked his penis languorously, almost lazily, swirling her tongue over the swollen cock-head, rocking back and forth. Jayant savoured the gentle burgeoning of bliss in his gonads. Arms akimbo, he pumped his hips back and forth at his sister-in-law. Finally, murmuring in pleasure, he allowed himself the pleasure of surrender. His cock throbbed and quivered. Falu sensed his orgasm and opened her mouth wide, his cock-head resting on her lower lip. Jizz spurted suddenly from the slit in his cock-head and flooded her mouth. Falu moaned and swallowed his spoot, thick trails of it dribbling over her chin and cheeks. He slid out of her breast-sheath, and she shook his cock in her fist. More gunk spurted out and spattered her face. She pointed it to her cleavage and jerked it vigorously. Jizz dribbled between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts over his cock again. Murmuring softly, she caressed her gunk-spattered face with his penis.

“It looks very sexy, with my mangalsutra,” she murmured. “I want to suck your cock again.”

“Later,” he grunted, pushing her head away. “Enough for now.”

“Never say that,” Falu giggled. “Not about your cock.”

He laughed and they fell to the floor, kissing and fondling each other. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, squeezing her hot breasts, sticky with his seed. He massaged his cum into her flesh, her aureoles, pinched her nipples. She shivered and writhed. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue and her hands roamed his body, tracing its superb contours, caressing his flesh, crawling down to his crotch to fondle his penis. He cupped her cunt and she writhed as he split her cunt-lips open and rubbed his knuckle against her clitoris. She gripped his wrist and tried to get him to push a finger - preferably, several - into her flesh, but he broke free. His tongue swirled through her ear and then followed the line of her face down to the hollows in her shoulders and slipped lower. Falu whimpered in pleasure, her face turning to one side.

His lips and tongue snaked lower, over her breasts, climbing one swollen crest, dipping into the sticky vale between, rising up the other, running rapidly around the stubby point of the peak. Falu shuddered and gasped. He sucked on one breast, nibbled the nipple, rubbed it across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, then moved to the other. Squeezing both breasts together, he sucked on her nipples simultaneously. Falu gasped and arched under him, her hands digging into his thick hair. He plucked her long gold necklace between his lips and rasped it over her nipples. She moaned, twisting and writhing in an agony of pleasure under him.

Still squeezing her breasts, he moved lower, nuzzling her belly, tonguing her navel, moving his head between her thighs. Falu moaned and spread her legs wide apart and stretched her cunt-lips open with the fingers of both hands. Her cunt was dripping wet; its musky, erotic odour made his head swim. His tongue slipped into her crack and Falu gasped, arching sharply. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt, heavy and warm and hot. It slipped into her cunt-flesh, rippled through the moist softness, flicked like lightning at her gorged clitoris, slipped out, snaked inward again. Falu gasped and panted in excitement. She clenched his head and moved it round and round between her thighs. Her hips jerked and lurched up and down. Her body snapped back and forth with little jerking motions, as though she was being fucked. Her mouth was open and she groaned and whimpered in pleasure, her head flipping from side to side. Her hands mauled her swollen breasts.

“Ohhhhh ... yes ... yes ... oh god yes Jayant yes! Ohhhhhh yes! Ohhh that’s so good ... mmm ... yes ... that’s it ... lick me, Jayant, yes! Ohhh lick my slit Ohhh ma yes!”

Falu loved being tongue-fucked. The sensations were exquisite, delicate, intense, profound. His tongue rapped and jabbed at her clitoris, flicked it, his teeth nibbled it, his lips sucked it. She gasped and cried out, crushing her breasts in her hands, her hips pumping joyfully up and down, her cries frenzied and aroused. Her cunt-juices flowed thick and free and Jayant lapped them in pleasure, relishing the musky taste of her sex.

She was on the verge of an orgasm when he stopped and pulled away. She groaned in despair, her hips twitching and heaving, her breathing ragged, her voice hoarse. He laughed gently and got to his feet again, pulling her up to her knees, pushing his cock at her face. Moaning, Falu began jerking it one fist and then took it in her mouth and started sucking him again. Now her hunger was sharp and keen, and she gripped his hips and sucked his cock deeply and hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs. He pumped his hips at her face, holding her head and moving it back and forth, reaching down to fondle her swollen breasts. She caressed his balls, tongued them, licked them, smiling to herself at the sight of her mangalsutra draped around his hips, twined over his shaft, its amulet against his balls. She scraped his shaft with the mangalsutra between her lips, and he grunted and pushed his cock into her mouth again. She slid a finger between his buttocks and pressed it to his anus.

“Mm, yeh ... c’mon, suck it, bitch,” he grunted. “Suck it good ... mm, yeh ... that’s it, c’mon ... suck it harder ... Ohhh, yeh!”

His anus spasmed and convulsed under the pressure of her finger. That gave her an idea. She stopped sucking him and looked up.

“Turn around. And bend over,” she murmured. “I want your ass.”

He chuckled and obeyed. Turning his back to her, he bent forward over the low bed, his hands flat on the counterpane, his legs spread wide.

Falu shuffled around till she was behind him, on her knees. She pressed her face between his buttocks. Jayant moaned softly. His anus was taut, puckered. Her tongue swirled over it. He moaned softly, his pulse quickening with pleasure. He could feel the softness of her face, the smooth skin of her cheeks, and the moistness of her tongue between his buttocks. Her tongue rapped at his anus, and her fingers stroked his cock and balls gently, deftly. Jayant’s body rippled with lust; his balls surged with excitement. Now Falu unclasped the mangalsutra from the small of his back and drew the two strands between his thighs and up into the cleft between his buttocks. Her lips slid lower, down along the hard ridge of flesh under his anus to his balls. She sucked his balls one by one, flicked them with her tongue in her open mouth. She took the ends of the mangalsutra and pressed them to his anus with her fingertip as her head burrowed between his thighs. Now her head was under his cock, tilted back like a suckling calf’s, and the mangalsutra ran over her cheek and behind her, to his buttocks. She flipped around between his legs and began sucking his cock again and pressed her finger to his asshole. Jayant gasped and yielded, and she slid the strands into his anus. He flung his head back and moaned loudly.

“Oh fuck yes! Ohhhh yes, Falu, yes! Ohhhhh god, yes!” he gasped.

Her fingertip slipped into his anus, and he groaned, jerking her head back and forth, pumping his hips at her face, his head flung back, his penis throbbing in her mouth. Her finger slid in and out of his anus, twisting and rolling the beads of her mangalsutra in his rear channel. The fires in his loins grew and spread. He gasped, his magnificent chest heaving, his face flushed with excitement.

Abruptly, she stopped sucking his cock and slipped her finger out of his anus. He groaned. She grinned at him and ensured that a good bit of her mangalsutra was still in his anus. He was about to pull it out when she stopped him.

“Leave it. I want it there. For later.”

“Bitch.”

“It takes two to tango, stud,” she giggled. “That’s my insurance.”

“For what?”

“To make sure you come inside me.”

“Fuck you.”

“I certainly hope so.”

He grinned and pushed her down onto her back on the large, low, well-sprung bed. She giggled at the sight of her mangalsutra twined around his cock and balls, embedded in his ass. He scowled at her in feigned irritation. She giggled again, and her laugh was infectious, and he laughed with her.

“It looks very cute,” she said.

“Married to the cock.”

“Mm. C’mon, Jayant. Let’s fuck.”

“Do let’s.”

He bent over her, and they kissed slowly and deeply, fondling each other’s bodies. He cupped her breasts, and she caressed his muscular back and deep chest sensuously. He rummaged between her legs, and they opened readily for him. Reaching into the drawer of the bedside table, he found a dildo. It was ten inches long, a hollow cylinder with knurls, knobs, spikes, and ridges on its surface. Both ends were open, one slightly narrower than the other, so that it tapered. The edges were smoothly rounded.

It was one of Falu’s favourites. Her eyes glittered when she saw it in his hands, and she opened her legs and pulled her cunt-lips wide with one hand for it.

“Fuck yes, I want that,” she muttered. “C’mon, shove it into my slit.”

Slowly, Jayant pressed the tube into her cunt. Falu gasped and arched, the fingers of one hand keeping her cunt-lips stretched wide, her other hand digging into his shoulders. Her back arched and her mouth jerked open. Jayant bent his head and sucked her breast, lying on his side beside her. He pressed the tube deeper into her. Falu’s head snapped back, her neck craned, her face twisted in a rictus of lust. She squeezed her breasts with her free hand in a frenzy, her other hands clawing her cunt-lips wide. The huge tube tunnelled into her flesh, the knobs and ridges and knurls crushing her cunt-flesh and clitoris, the hard spikes bending as they went in, then flipping up inside her to scrape her cunt-flesh gently.

“Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohfuckohfuckohfuck ohh yes oh yes oh uh oh oh oh uh oh uh,” Falu gasped, her chest heaving, her body writhing, her hips pumping.

Jayant slid the dildo deeper and deeper into her and then began to masturbate her with it. His eyes never left her face. Falu moaned and gasped, writhing and thrashing erotically on the bed beside him. Her face was radiant with lust. He kissed her hungrily, immensely aroused by the sight of her. She groaned and caressed her breasts sensuously, hissing in pleasure as he rocked the dildo in and out of her flesh. Her hips pumped and jerked and her body jerked and snapped and rolled gently up and down on the bed. Jayant sucked her breasts sharply and then, without warning, pressed his lips to the open end of the dildo and started blowing into it. Falu gasped and cried out and arched steeply, her fingers digging into his hair. His breath was funnelled by the dildo and speared her slit like a hot knife. He exhaled sharply, repeatedly, and her body jerked and arched, convulsing frantically. He crushed her breasts in his hands and she groaned, her hips thrust up, quivering in tension as the orgasm neared.

Just before it broke, he rose. Her face twisted in rage, and then the anger gave way to an expression of incredulous joy and wonder, for he had moved up over her, between her legs, and was slowly squeezing his rigid penis into the tube that impaled her cunt. He grinned down at her.

“Like it?”

“Oh fuck yes!” she gasped in awe as she felt his huge penis stretch the sheath and, through it, her cunt.

His penis squeezed through the sheath, both moving deeper into her, the ridges and knobs and knurls and spikes crushing her cunt-flesh. She gasped and moaned, her breath coming in sharp, heaving, ragged cries as he pushed and tunnelled deeper and deeper.

‘Oh god yes oh yes oh yes fuck me Ohhhh fuck me yes ohhh god yes Jayant yes fuck me please ohhh yes!” Falu gasped.

Now his magnificent body was angled over hers, his arms outstretched, his biceps bulging. On his knees between her thighs, he flexed his buttocks slowly, squeezing his cock deeper still into her flesh. Falu’s head swam with delirious excitement. It was wonderful, the very best fucking, better than with anyone else. She clung to his arms, panting and gasping like a bitch in heat, her chest heaving. Jayant grinned down at her and pushed his cock deeper into her cunt. She was a fabulous fuck: her cunt was hot and tight as a vice, sucking voraciously and greedily on his mammoth erection, and her fair-skinned, curved body throbbed and writhed eagerly for more. Deep in her flesh, he paused.

“Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh,” Falu panted.

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her nostrils flared, and her head was arched. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Jayant thought she looked incredibly lovely. He bent his head and dragged his tongue down her face to her breasts. She moaned as he lapped at one stiff nipple, then the other, then slowly nibbled on them. Her hips gyrated beneath his.

“Come on, come on, come on,” she muttered. “Fuck me, Jayant, fuck me ... please!”

Gently, he began fucking her with smooth, long strokes, moving his hips steeply up and down, slowly back and forth. His penis moved a full ten inches in its sawing, grating, grinding, spiralling length; and the thick rubber tube rasped and scraped over her cunt-flesh as he moved. His buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically, steadily, unhurriedly. His penis crushed her cunt-flesh. Beneath him, Falu gasped and panted, her back arching and falling in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. Jayant watched the spasms of lust and pleasure on her face, moving slowly and unhurriedly. She dug her hands into his thick biceps, her forearms along his. Her breasts were hot and swollen. Her cunt was incredible: hot and tight and wet, convulsing and cramping powerfully on his pistoning penis.