Chapter 5: Embraces of Men Past

Anuja moans ecstatically. She is on her front, on her forearms and knees, her body rocking and lurching back and forth, her breasts hot, swollen, pendulous, jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging to and fro. Kneeling behind her is a thin, reedy man. He is no more than nineteen. He has a thin, sharp, almost cruel face, with a knife-blade nose, fleshy lips with a wisp of a moustache over the upper lip. His eyes are small and wide, and he has long hair that curls over his scrawny neck. His light-coloured body is almost painfully thin. He has small, dark nipples. His chest and belly are flat and hard, hairless, but without defined musculature. Tufts of hair peep from under his arms. His buttocks are flat and taut, his hips narrow, his arms and legs thin and long. He wears a black thread around his neck, another on one wrist and a third girdles his waist.

The man’s cock is of terrifying, impossible proportions. Baban thinks the gargantuan organ, fully ten inches long and over two inches thick, with enormous, low, heavy testicles, the shaft shorn smoothly to the base, the scrotum, too, is incongruous, even ridiculous, on the man’s spindly physique.

Anuja obviously doesn’t share his opinion. Judging by the expression on her face and her love-calls, she loves it. She moans and gasps loudly, rocking and jerking and lurching back and forth on all fours like a rutting bitch. Her cunt slides up and down the length of the gargantuan penis. Her gold necklace swings wildly, her swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and bounce. Her face is a vision of lust, the eyes hooded, the mouth open and her cries are sharp with excitement.

“OHHHH ... uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH uh OHHHHH!” she moans. “Oh ma uhh hanh uhh hanh uh hanh uhhh OHHHHHH!”

The man fucks her unhurriedly, scarcely out of breath. His hands are over her buttocks, spreading them open, his fingers curved up towards her back, his thumbs angled down, pointing inward to her anus. His penis glistens, thick and long and hard, shining with their juices. It rasps and grinds in and out of her cunt, distending and filling it, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris. He swings his hips in a smooth, steady rhythm, his buttocks flexing and unflexing alternately. He moves her body back and forth to suit his pleasure.

“Mm ... yeh ... c’mon ... c’mon, slut ... take it ... yeh ... take my prick, bitch!” the man mutters in his thin, adolescent voice.

He grins at one of the waiting men, who is watching him transfixed.

“Hot piece of ass,” he chuckles softly, fucking her with sharp, jabbing thrusts now. “Nice tight cunt. Hot, too. Real sweet.”

Grinning, showing uneven teeth, he slides his hands up her fair, smooth body and squeezes her heavy, pendulous breasts. Anuja gasps and moans, her face arching, suffused with lust. The man bends over her and she turns her face over her shoulder to his. He kisses her roughly, jamming his tongue into her mouth, crushing her breasts in his bony hands, his hips rocking swiftly back and forth, his cock plunging greedily in and out of her cunt. He lifts his hips, sliding his cock out of her and then, with a sudden flex of his hips, rams into her cunt hard, his buttocks snapping together. Anuja tears her face away and cries out loudly, her face contorting in lust. The man chuckles and grins and pinches her nipples, squeezes her heavy, hot breasts. She writhes her buttocks against his. Again he jerks out and slams into her, and yet again. Anuja cries out, lurching and gasping and rocking under him. He fucks her faster, his thighs slapping loudly against her buttocks, bouncing off her flesh.

“C’mon ... now c’mon bitch ... take it ... yeh ... take it ... oh fuck yes ... take my dick, whore ... c’mon! Take it! Hanh uh hanh uh hanh uh hanh uh hanh!”

He is upright on his knees again, and now his face is flushed with rising excitement. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist and hips as he grips her fiercely and jerks her body violently back and forth, slamming his hips to and fro, ramming his enormous cock in and out of her cunt.

“OH! Oh ma uh hanh uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHH uh OHHHHH uhh OHHHHHHHH!” Anuja cries loudly.

Faster and faster he goes, fucking her brutally now, ramming and reaming his cock deep into her cunt, hammering his hips at her buttocks. Her body lurches and jerks under his thrusts, her necklace swinging wildly, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously. Her cries are sharp and loud.

“Oh uhh ohh uhhh oh ma uh hanh uh hanh uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Oh yes Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma uh ah uh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Hanh uhhh hanh uhh oh ma hanh fuck me hard!”

The man gasps and ram-fucks her swiftly, his mouth open, panting and gasping, his penis plunging in and out of her flesh, his thighs cannoning off her buttocks, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously under his mad thrusts.

Anuja was congenitally unfaithful. She continued her torrid affair with Mark. He introduced her to the three blacks, and one by one, she fucked them. On one glorious Saturday night, she fucked all three of them simultaneously, while Mark watched. She fucked other students. She continued fucking Baban and the other servants. And whenever Jayant visited, they fucked like wild demons.

On holiday in different parts of the country, Anuja found new and exciting ways of escaping into her heaven of desire. There were horsemen in Matheran; a boatman in Kodaikanal and another in Mahaleshwar. A gang of golf caddies and ballmans fucked her for three hours in a thicket at the edge of the Nagpur golf course while Jayant and his father played eighteen holes. A tour guide showed her Baz Bahadur and Rani Roopmati’s love pavilion in Mandu and, aroused by the history of the place, they fucked in a little alcove overlooking the valley. On a cold spring morning in Simla, Anuja walked in the forests and found two woodcutters, already hot and sweating sexily. They did not hesitate when she offered herself to them.

In the sweltering summer heat at Halebid, there were four athletes at the local gym, the akhada, big men with strong, sculpted bodies and thick penises. They fucked her heavily and slowly for over an hour. In Rajasthan, the men were magnificent, handsome, and virile. She had a lover in the Lake Palace Hotel in Udaipur who fucked her through the night in a stunning suite while, outside the carved window lattices, the moonlight danced on the water. She went on a camel ride in the desert outside Jaisalmer and they camped at night among the dunes and Anuja whimpered and writhed under the canvas as the two camel drivers fucked her together in her cunt and anus, their bloated penises sawing in and out of her flesh. Outside, the wind caressed the sand.

Among the erotic carvings on the temples at Khajuraho, Anuja found a handsome young priest to fuck her after the tourists had gone. She writhed under his lithe, hot, sweating body on the temple plinth. Around them, the stone danced under the stars in bewildering sexual contortions, inspiring Anuja and her lover. They attempted as many of the depicted positions as they could, till at last they were exhausted, their bodies sticky with sweat and sex.

At home, there was no dearth of new adventures. There were handcart pullers and construction gang workers, dark, strong, muscular men with thick penises and a rough, demanding manner in bed that excited her. There was the milkman early in the morning while the household slept and the lad who delivered the newspapers, even the odd urchin who caught her fancy.

The milkman continues fucking Anuja. She is on her back now, and his body is angled over hers, on knees and with outstretched arms, his hands crushing her breasts while he swings his hips rhythmically back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Anuja whimpers and cries out thickly, her head rolling from side to side, clenching his forearms. The man’s shoulders are hunched, and his head is bent between them. His enormous penis grinds deeply in and out of her cunt. Her legs are spread wide and raised high, the knees bent, her feet in the small of his back. His huge penis squeezes and crushes into her cunt, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

“OHHHHH uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH yes!” Anuja cries. “Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma yes uhhh hanh uhhh hanh ... fuck me! Fuck me hard ... ohhhhhhh uhhh hanh ... that’s it!”

The man grins down at her and thrusts deep into her cunt, making her gasp and moan, driving the breath from her throat. He pulls out and thrusts in again, and yet again, and gradually picks up speed. His hips rock smoothly up and down, back and forth, and his huge cock pistons and plunges in and out of her cunt in a mesmerising rhythm. Each thrust rocks her body up onto the small of her back. Anuja’s head is arched, her neck craned, her face tilted up.

“OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!” she cries as the huge penis bursts in and out of her cunt. “Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHH!”

The man gasps thickly. “Take it ... c’mon, whore, take it! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yes ohhh yes ... take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it!”

Anuja fucked incessantly. She was not a nymphomaniac; there was nothing pathological about her desire for sexual gratification. She enjoyed sex enormously; it was as simple and uncomplicated as that. The physical pleasure was for her so intense and satisfying that she saw no reason to deny herself, nor to complicate her enjoyment by complex emotional ties that could only cause pain. Sex was a passion she indulged in. With each lover, she gave herself utterly and entirely. There was nothing mechanical or arid about her copulation.

She told Baban of her affairs. He did not mind; after all, it was he who had brought other men to her. While he was still passionately fond of her, he was resigned to the fact that they could never share a life, no matter how much his heart desired it. She was a memsahib, he a mere servant. He felt no remorse or anger, and enjoyed hearing her narrate how her various lovers fucked her. It aroused him, and Anuja learned how to goad him during sex by comparing him to other men.

“Come on, Baban,” she’d gasp as she writhed and heaved under him, “fuck me hard, baby ... fuck me like Philip does ... yeh ... that’s it ... c’mon ... shove it all in, lover! Shove it in hard! Fuck me! Like Philip ... and Mike ... god, I love his cock ... he’s so big! And the cook, Baban ... he fucks me too! He loves fucking me! Especially in my ass!”

And goaded by her words, the servant gasped and rammed his cock greedily into her hot, teenage slit.

Even as her servant fucked her, Anuja was thinking of the handsome, muscular youth with the expensive aftershave who had driven her to such paroxysms of joy the previous evening. His name was Arvind, and he was her latest lover. Mark had graduated and left for America to do a doctorate.

Arvind took her to his house and fucked her in his bedroom, plying her body relentlessly with his tongue and teeth and wonderfully swollen penis. It was bigger by far than Baban’s, longer and thicker and harder. Though not much older than herself, he had considerable sexual experience, and his lovemaking had a heavy, demanding, relentless rhythm that finally exhausted her. Anuja lay naked beneath him, her legs spread wide, her fingers digging into his thick shoulders, her body jerking and lurching and rocking with his thrusts. His enormous penis surged into her cunt-flesh, rasping and grinding deeply in and out, in and out, in and out. Anuja was dizzy with the pleasure. She moaned delirious obscenities, goading him to fuck her harder. His cock seemed to fill every inch of her cunt and she could feel the thick veins throbbing along its length. Her swollen breasts wobbled as she jerked and writhed beneath him.

“Ohh Arvind! Yes! Ohhh god yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Arvind! Fuck my cunt! Ohhh god yes!”

The handsome youth took her powerfully and relentlessly, driving her from one orgasm to another, changing positions frequently, pausing deftly, just as she was on the verge of a climax, to make her suck his cock or to lick her slit.

Laughing at her obscene love-calls, Arvind fucked her again and again till she was feverish with lust. At last, fucking her on her back once more, plunging his cock hungrily into her cunt over and over, making her gasp and cry out sharply with each piercing thrust, he came violently, timing his orgasm seconds after hers. He flung his head back and rammed his cock deep into her, his hips twitching rapidly at her groin. Anuja gasped as his penis erupted. It was a copious load, stinging hot jets of jizz spurting endlessly into her cunt. Finally, it ebbed and he smiled down at her and gently rocked his hips back and forth, pulling his penis out of her slowly. It was heavenly.

“You’re great, babe,” he murmured, kissing her. “Really good.”

Anuja’s afternoons with Baban grew shorter and more infrequent as she spent more time with other lovers like Arvind. Like Baban and Mark and the others, Arvind, too, delighted in her flesh, and she surprised him with her skill and enthusiasm. Despite his experience, he had never fucked a woman’s ass. Anuja loved being butt-fucked. She invited Arvind to try it, taking him unawares. He looked stunned.

Laughing at his expression, she turned around and offered her rear to him, clawing her buttocks open for his pleasure. Arvind hesitated for a second and then, spurred by her obscene words, squeezed his thick penis into her anus. Anuja was ecstatic. Arvind fucked her butt slowly and heavily, apparently unable to get enough of it.

Later, he confessed that it was the best fuck he had ever known. After that, they did it regularly, and their affair grew more torrid. For a few months, the relationship excited and aroused her, and then she began to tire of it. Arvind was handsome and capable, but now there was an increasing sameness to their sex, and they seldom talked or chatted as friends as she did with Baban. They would go to his house, strip, she would suck his cock for a while, he would lick her cunt, and then they would fuck for an hour or so before she left.