Chapter 7: Beach Ball

They are fortunate. Anuja’s parents go off for the weekend with some friends to Lonavla, a hill station southeast 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 is. 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 percent 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 assignment 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 your 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, and 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 a 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, preferably 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 Seema 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 of 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 coming-led 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, and 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 faces 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 studs glisten 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 drawing 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 her 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, 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, and 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 her 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 descending 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 uhh 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 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, 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.