May 2020

by Rudy Ravindra

The young couple strolled on the sandy shore and gazed at the white sailboats in the blue waters of Bay of Bengal. Satish said, “They better sail back to the marina before the storm hits.”

Vanita nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I hope the heavy rain won’t cause flooding.”

Munching on freshly roasted warm peanuts, they walked on the wet sand enjoying the sound of waves—swish, swish, swish, and the intermittent foam caressing their feet and the squish of the soft sand between their toes. Seagulls squawked, a foghorn sounded at a distance and with the gradual sunset and the concomitant appearance of twilight, the beacon of the light house began to appear brighter by the minute.

Vanita bent down to fold her jeans up to her knees as the tide was rising gradually.

Suddenly a big wave hit the shore and the children playing in the water shrieked back to their parents. Satish and Vanita laughed when they were drenched but continued their sedate stroll. And yet another violent wave surged and Vanita lost her balance and would have fallen down but for Satish who held her.

Water droplets trickled down Vanita’s radiant face and her T shirt and jeans were stuck to her as if she was poured into them and accentuated her sensuous curves. He kissed her wet lips and she responded passionately.

Back at his house, they urgently ripped off their wet clothes and lost themselves to the raptures of the flesh. Shimmered with sweat, Vanita reached a great letting go, a long, loud scream, and nestled on his shoulder and kissed him.

Pleasantly tired after their amorous encounter, the satiated couple drifted off to sleep. And then it started to pour, torrential rains hit the beach and the winds howled and the tree branches shook. Rain pelted on the roof and window panes. The couple woke up with loud booming thunder and brilliant flash of lighting and embraced each other.

In the morning, when he opened his eyes, he was all alone in his bed. He recollected her lush body, her musky smell, and her earthy and eager exploits. Warm and vocal, she gave herself fully and freely.

Vanita walked in with steaming cups of coffee. She drew the curtains and sunlight poured in. “Thank goodness, the storm has gone out to the sea.”

He sat up against the headboard and sipped his brew.

She dropped her robe and stood completely in the buff. Nutmeg nipples on the brown globes, black bush between the supple thighs beckoned. When she put her hair up, he found her smooth axilla titillating and held out his arms. She jumped into the bed and kissed him on his lips, his chest, his six pack and his crotch and took his hardness into her mouth and slid her tongue up and down. “mmm…your lollipop tastes sooo good.” And massaged his crown jewels, and looked up at him playfully. “Turn around, baby, yeah that’s it.” She kneaded and kissed his butt and with her knuckles, massaged his perineum, round and round, up and down.

Satish moaned. “Oh, oh, oh, that feels good.” He gently pulled her up and fondled her perky breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingertips. “You are a natural, so much hidden talent.” He kissed her moist lips and stuck his tongue in and played with her tongue.

She laughed vivaciously, “Only theoretical knowledge, from Kama Sutra. You are my very first subject, ha, ha.”

He caressed her firm buttocks and suckled her pebble-hard nipples and slid his finger into her wet pussy and massaged her labia and circled around her clit.

She screamed “Oh, Satish, oh, baby, that’s enough, enough, my clit is on fire and my cunt is twitching for you.” And guided his hard cock into her portal to paradise. “Oh, Captain, drop your anchor in my deep harbor.”

While he passionately pummeled her depths, she moaned and murmured and wrapped her legs around him and rubbed his butthole with her heel. “Love your tool in my tight hole, drill me, thrill me, kill me um, oh, oh, oh….”

Glowing with the intensity of the moment their bodies were entwined in a state of bliss.

Her head rested on his broad chest, she listened to his rapid heartbeats, and wiped the glistening sweat beads on his forehead.

He stroked her straight back and held her in a tight embrace. “Can I ask you something, ah, I like it smooth. Can you, I mean…”

She laughed loudly, “Dude, you can say it, you wanna bald pussy, right? I tried waxing once, I hate it, I hate it. Now, I’ll grant your wish, but you gotta shave me, okay?”

He jumped out of the bed, and like a dentist (except that a dentist is hardly suited for this delicate process at this end), wore a pair of magnifiers and shined a bright light on her black bush and proceeded, with smooth strokes of his high-tech razor, to get rid of her short and curlies. When he gently stretched her labia, it sent shivers up her spine, and when he playfully tweaked her clit she screamed with pleasure.

He patted her rump, “Come, let’s wash your plump pussy.”

Warm water cascading down their bodies, he lathered her pussy with lavender soap and washed it off with a gentle spray of water and bent down to make sure there were no loose hairs, and that her pussy as smooth as a baby’s bottom and greedily kissed the precious portal and began to tongue it. She moaned, “Oh, baby, oh baby, oh, oh, oh, um, my god, my god, I never, I never…” her thighs quivered and she let out a loud, guttural scream that reverberated in the bathroom. He continued his mission and probed deep and stretched her labia and ran his tongue around her clit and continued his relentless teasing and tasting and finally zeroed in on her engorged clit, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. She stroked his head and pulled him up, “That’s enough, enough, darling, come up, come inside my cunt, poke my pussy with your hard cock, don’t spare me, fuck me, fuck me hard, give it to me.”

As he slid his cock into her wet pussy, she wrapped her legs and arms around him and began to move in sync with him, kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke. Keeping their crotches connected, he leaned her against the wall and began to ram her. But, due to her wet, slippery back she began to slide down. Impatiently, she simply laid down on the bathroom floor and holding her legs with her arms, spread them wide. “Fuck me hard now.” His arms on the floor, he started to bang her again and again, in and out, in and out. She slammed her crotch to his crotch. “O, o, o, harder, faster, fuck me, give it to me, lover boy, give me your big hard cock, fuck me, grind my pussy with your hard rod, grind it, grind it, make chutney out of my pussy, churn my cream with your whisk, till my field with your plow, sow your seed, yeah, yeah, yeah, o, o, o….” And she tightened her pussy muscles.

His strokes became harder and stronger and more rapid and he spurted his seed into her tight pussy and slid on her with a big scream. “Oh, baby, baby.”

*

“So, how many years, this, this your California stint?” Satish fondled her shapely breasts.

“Maybe three or four years. I’ll get my degree, hopefully become a better writer, and…” Vanita kissed his chest and her hand wandered down to his crotch and massaged his cock.

“Why can’t we get married? And then we can live together.”

“Sweetie, I already told you many times. I want a career of my own, ah, I wanta be a writer. C’mon, it’s only few years, um, wait for me, won’t you?”

“I’d like to, but you know how it is, um, my parents want to arrange my marriage, can’t wait for grandkids, ha, ha.”

“Well, what will be, will be and all that.”

She took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it, while fondling his balls and running her nails around his butthole, and came on top and holding his hard cock, flicked his foreskin back and rubbed the ruddy tip on her pink pussy, up and down its length, round and round and finally against her eager clit and exploded with a loud scream and lowered her cunt on to his hot rod and started to slam his crotch. He held her waist and began to ram her from below. Her boobs grazed his chest and every once in a while she rubbed her erect nipples on his chest. Sitting up straight, supporting her arms on his chest, she moved seductively up and down while he kneaded her boobs and pinched her nipples. She lowered herself to rub his crotch with her pussy lips round and round and kissed his lips and stuck her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his tongue. Her strokes became faster and urgent and she repeatedly rammed her crotch onto his and screamed loudly and fell on his chest. With his hard cock still in her pulsating pussy, he turned her over and began to fuck her hard. She pressed her boobs and rolled her nipples between her fingers and screamed, “Bang me, bang me hard.” And moved her butt up to meet his strokes. He kept her legs on his shoulders and dug deep into cunt and battered her relentlessly. She screamed. “Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, my lover boy, fuck me, fuck me hard, pound my pussy, poke it with your pole.” His thrusts became more and more urgent as he rammed hard and fast into her snug hole. Sensing he was about to come, she tightened her pussy muscles and screamed again. “Yes, yes, yes, pound me, pound me, oh, oh, oh…” she screamed. “Oh, my stud, be merciless, batter my naughty cunt, hammer my pussy, thrash my hole, tear it, tear it, tear it.”

Screaming loudly, he spurted his creamy cum into her wet pussy and kissed her moist lips.

*

At the departmental Christmas party, at a faculty member’s house, Vanita had a couple beers and bobbed her head and swayed to the music.

“Getting into the swing of things, huh?” Doug, her class mate, smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, I love California.”

“C’mon, let’s dance.” Doug led her to the makeshift dance floor.

A natural, he guided her gracefully. She, on the other hand, was clumsy, and missed her steps many times. At the end of the dance he kissed her. Her first kiss in America. Doug whispered, “Shall we go to my place?”

On his living room couch, they kissed and cuddled and caressed. He unbuttoned her blouse and she sat up to unhook her bra. He nuzzled her boobs and nibbled her nipples. She raised her hips to let him pull her pants down. Butt naked, they resumed the foreplay and while fondling his cock, she gasped, “Oh, my god, you are so huge!”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

She ran her hand up and down his enormous erection and tongued the glans to taste his pre-cum. As he prepared to enter her wet pussy, she whimpered, “Oh, Doug, I am afraid, you are too big, it won’t fit in, please be careful, okay?”

He kissed her, “Let’s take it slow and easy, I promise, you will be fine.”

He probed her pussy with his glans and rubbed her pussy lips up and down and then gradually began to push in a bit and pull out, push in and pull out until she impatiently pushed her crotch up to swallow his entire length. “Oh, my god, my god, you fill me up, oh, oh, lordy, lordy…” and bucked her crotch up against his.

He kneaded her boobs and started to go in and out of her wet pussy slowly at first and then ramped up the strokes. She rammed her crotch and screamed, “Oh, my god, my god, go in deeper, deeper, harder, harder, o, o, o…”

With her legs on his shoulders, he slammed her pussy with strong strokes and wet his finger with her pussy juices and stuck it into her butthole, in and out, in and out. She squealed loudly, “Oh, do it, baby, do it, oh my god, it feels soooo good.” She slammed her crotch against him.

He rammed her harder and harder and screamed, “You are my princess. I love your tight pussy.”

She screeched “Yes, yes, yes, my prince, pierce my love canal with your lance, oh, oh, oh, oh…” She ground her crotch against his crotch and tightened her pussy muscles.

With a big grunt, he banged her pussy with all his strength one last time and spurted his juices into her pulsating pussy, and remained still, with his throbbing cock inside her pussy, until his wet, flaccid cock slipped out. Exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Back at her place, she could not help but wonder if she was rather hasty in copulating with the tall and handsome Doug, and questioned if only she was not tipsy, would she have succumbed to the temptation? Nevertheless the undisputable fact remained that she immensely enjoyed the experience. Upon further reflection, she had no qualms about Doug as she has known him for the these past few months and he has always been a gentleman and they critiqued each other’s writing and thus created a bond between them. Her very first time with a circumcised cock, it felt different without the foreskin. The recollection of his enormous cock ramming her pussy and his finger probing her butthole, made her wet again and she shuddered at the extra girth if he were to have a foreskin.

Feeling slightly guilty for cheating on Satish, but told herself not to be silly, no point missing out on fun with a stallion like Doug.