**She asked for the moon & the stars**
There was a cadence in her walk, a rhythmic one, he observed from behind. Much like the undulations of the wave that the sand absorbed. And with this cadence, she left a trail of footprints on the sand, and seeing as how she trudged on, the trail grew deeper and shapeless.
But her calves showed an attractive curve, even in the dark of the night, as the moonlight gleamed on the grains of sand glued to her feet, all the way up to her thighs, which bared through the white, knitted beach dress that covered blue tattered denim shorts and a tiny gray melange spaghetti underneath. The tanned brownness of the skin showing through.
As the waves came crashing, I found myself pacing up to her. “Always out of reach,” I mused. She plodded on, sight fixated on **A**, who stood right under the awning of that shack.
It was a quick arrangement, one that could only have been born out of a 20-year-old reckless, zany mind. And it definitely had the makings of an adventure. Two friends and a beautiful, brazen girl soundly discussing it, as though it was a well-meditated business transaction, one that was to enter an unfamiliar territory.
I found her reaching the beach-hut, hay still strewn down, mingled with the sand. I was a bit skittish, heart pounding still…unable to get a grasp of how I could get myself to agreeing to something so outlandish, so frightening. Frightening, yes, because I was cowed by the picture it painted in my eyes. Pictures & thoughts and ideas that didn’t sit comfortably.
She, on the other, moved with an air of nonchalance. Not eager, not rushing..like a well-meditated, clinical affair. That there was the stark contrast with her other self–one that was academic and seemingly unworldly.
As she reached nearer to the shack and turned around, looking at **A** catching up, I caught a glimpse at the fullness of her bosom.
Sand–sticky & gleaming–running against the corner of collars running down to her breasts, in my imagination beckoned me; something in me made me want to be the first one to devour it.
However, I wasn’t the lucky first one to.
A torrid affair, which never went unnoticed by anyone in the college, she was naturally going to make the move at him first.
What an ethereal body, I thought to myself.
**A** shuffled forward, deliberately and at ease…lunged ahead to hold her waist, gently tucking her hair behind her ear with his fingers, and crying her name out.
With a hand around her waist, he pulled her closer and kissed her at once. It was soft, tentative kiss..as though to get a sense of her mood and feelings. But slowly, the kisses grew passionate, avaricious..and the sound of it all (as I kept an eye on the distance around) made me scared, thrilled, and aroused.
Daredevilry..buffoonery, whatever. We were at the edge of a shack in Goa on a December night, just lucky to find a spot for ourselves. My role, up until now, had been that of a watchguard, one that would signal danger. *She was particularly cautious about that*.
Uncaring & hypnotised, **A** slowly turned her around, and lightly lifted her top, and then her spaghetti, as now she stood facing me – as though he showed her off to me.
She looked skyward and gasped and allowed **A** to feel her, show her beautiful body to me. He ran her hands from the sides of her waist and traced them up slowly, cupping her big, beautiful breasts. Her see through bra betrayed the dark brownness of her areola. And he grazed his palms rhythmically on her nipples.
It was as though he read my mind–he ran his hands on her breasts, mildly caressing the sand, and brought his hand closer to his mouth and licked it.
He guided her hand and made her do the same. Her beautiful red nails shimmered.
I was aroused by how & how much I was denied of it all.
Seeing how I was titillated, he went further. He lifted her bra from the bottom, held her breasts. Her beautiful, brown areola, which I presupposed, because hitherto I could catch nothing of it—he’d cupped and covered her breasts entirely. Slowly then, he unhooked her denims, which fell to the sandy floor and she walked out of it.
There she stood–in silken pink undergarments, partly illuminated by moonlight and a smidge of sand still gleaming off her body.
**A** turned her around kissed her fierce//kissed her face and her neck, with a feral instinct. She heaved and stood there wanting..and trembling mildly. Nothing was said or exchanged between both of them and me. And I saw her..the starkness of her form from behind. The full resounding hips, the tender satin that sheathed her smooth skin, and the seams that ran along on the fulsome butt.
A’s hands reached the side of her waist, pinching it, exploring and tracing her spine up & down. Gentle at first with a forefinger, but covering more of her back with both his palms now.
The muffled beats from the distance made way into their shack, but largely drowned out by the crashing of the waves at the shore.
I saw her hair gripped tight.
She was, well, she was weird and wonderful. Fully at ease. Yielding and resigning herself to be wholly taken by this man who held her.
The air was nippy; it was a late December night, again.
While I always harbored my what-ifs about her, and while my mind was always piqued about the skin and the curve and the touch of the body that she rocked under her dress, I never quite fathomed that I’d be mano-a-mano with a fantastical whim.
I was consumed by her sheer sexuality.
Invariably, I drew closer, her eyes met mine…I don’t think they had anything to tell, just given in to the momentary rapture. I dared..a delicate dare; I took a step forward to just be closer to her. She writhed slightly in his arms..and teased me by flicking the sand off her feet towards me. Deferring to that little gestured, I darted.
My first kiss with her–someone I cherished to be with for so long–was, well, while someone else held her tight..as though he’d become a buttress for support.
Much to my surprise, she kissed me back, feverishly so.
I was pleasantly shocked. And I was definitely not as deliberate as **A**. I kissed her face, all over..insatiably so. I spent a lot of time there. And then I went lower and licked the sand off her chest. I ran my hands on her beautiful, wonderful breasts, pried her nipple out of the bra; in the cold night, it was erect. As she let out a moan, I nibbled at it gently. I nibbled and devoured it all.
Not a grain of sand remained. I finished what was presumably mine, or what might have been left out by **A**, I imagined.
Seeing me take my time with her, **A** tugged at her hair gently and turned her around, as though he was trying to assert his territory. He nudged her down, and she once again, very servilely gave in to his lead.
She sniffed at his boxers for a long moment, inserted her left hand inside them, and pulled them down to his knees. She then moved that hands towards his balls, cupping them, and with her right hand, gently began stroking his bulbous head and put it in her mouth. I could see that she was enjoying thoroughly, knowing her way around it, her head bobbing for a while, and I could hear that it was a very sloppy blowjob. With her head in the way and me standing right behind, I couldn’t particularly make out what & how she was doing. But the sound of it all filled my imagination amply and made me want to touch myself.
But that wasn’t enough, I knelt down behind her, and ran my finger up & down her spine. I cupped her neck and groped her left breast with my left hand as she sucked him. She was ticklish and quivered a bit.
She then turned around; her eyes smudgy. She gestured me to stand up…and hurriedly took my trousers off, and at once, swallowed me whole. I was gripped with this manic feeling.
With me, there was no hurry, she was attentive and mindful. She gripped my penis tight at the base, and ran her other hand under my balls all the way up to my ass, and fingered me gently while swallowing me whole. It was giddying.
Now **A** knelt behind her, and with his hands, raised her hips as she continued to blow me. He really wanted to taste her, and resting on his palms his stretched his neck out and began to eat her from behind. He parted her cheeks, and buried himself between it, running up & down while also fingering her clitoris. I was enjoying how she was enjoying this so much.
This was a run-down shack, and **A** desired a change of scene. He looked for a stray table towards the corner of the room. Instinctively, he held her, picked her up and lay her flat on her back. He then began eating her pussy while kneeling at the edge, while her head, upside down, hanged from this side of the edge. Seeing that, I inched forward and entered her mouth, gradually increasing my pace, and then kept going at her deeper. She gagged.
He raised himself, and without her knowledge, penetrated her fierce. She made me want to let go of her by nudging me. She demanded to look at him while he fucked her. He pounded her..rhythmically. She liked it. She wanted to hold him and his back while he fucked her but I wrestled with her and forced her hands down on the table. When she stopped resisting, I fondled her breasts & her face. She dropped her head down once again, and licked my balls. It was then that I wanted the table to turned. For long, I’d craved to be inside her…but I was unable to crown that moment with gentle lovemaking. I was pounding her savagely right from the start. We took turns fucking her, and every time one of us fucked her, the other one kissed and toyed and pinched her breasts. Both of us didn’t allow ourselves to finish. Neither did she. It was either that we wanted this to go on forever, or we just couldn’t.
Both A and I knew we wanted something more to finish. And we both knew what it was. We finally relented, and quietly waved at the men who’d leerily looked at us for a long time. While **A** kept making love, I invited them to tip toe into our shack. With her head hanging downward, she couldn’t get a view of the entry. And as I entered I blocked it by wildly kissing her upside down. **A** pulled himself out and gradually edged towards her breasts, both his hands grazing and massaging them hungrily while sloppily kissing her neck. I don’t think she took notice of the hissing of breaths, no words were spoken… that we ensured.
One of the men, short & portly, ran his hands to the inside of her thigh. The other one to her toes.
**A** and I never ceased to kiss and fondle her all this while. We heard her muffled protestation for a bit, but we didn’t want to hear her. As the men groped and scratched her thighs, she resisted and flailed her arms slightly. A ensured that they remained on the table. The short man unzipped and pushed himself into her. It almost sounded like he breathed every time he shoved himself inside her. I let her go, and so did A. She howled and screamed, perhaps greedily waiting to get a sense of what was happening *to* her. The local men didn’t look entirely well put together, to say the least. But they had their hands firmly against her waist, and they were taking turns to get inside her as she wailed. There was little that she had to offer as protestation. And perhaps by now, she really did resign, not pretentiously as before, but trully and wholly..drowned in the ecstasy of it all. It did seem ecstatic to us for sure. Neither of us had stopped rubbing ourselves out. The taller of the two men picked her up and fucked her. Kissing her wild all over her face, pinching her nipples hard. The short guy cupped her ass firmly from behind as though some support was asked for. But it wasn’t.
She now carried a face that was even more smeared, and her howls seemed to have grown more animalistic. But thrusts now were raw too, and had also grown more savage–this time from behind, up against the edge of the table as she lay her head by the side, looking at **A**, eyes rolled all the way up.
Both A and I took turns to finish on her.
But the men, she suspected, didn’t take enough care to pull out, she later confessed, when we all walked back to the bar.
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Fantastic
Well done